President’s Secret Obsession With Ex-wife

Victoria took the lead as the elevator doors opened.

“Poppy, you don’t look too good. Are you in shock? Shall I take you to the hospital?”

Lucas’s care was so genuine that Victoria couldn’t afford to turn a cold shoulder to his kindness.

After all, they had made it clear that Lucas would not target her in the future.

“Mr. Steele, I’m fine.”

Lucas was relentless, “No way. Your face is white and still saying you are fine.”

Victoria twitched the corner of her mouth, wondering what kind of sudden insanity he was going on about.

Nick, on the other hand, frowned slightly, his breath growing colder.

Aidan hastily patted his shoulder, “Luckily it’s fine. The elevator didn’t have any problems for so many years, why is it suddenly having problems tonight? Let’s go, take that elevator next to it and go down first.”

The group entered another elevator and Lucas spoke up in order to make Victoria happy.

“I canceled with Martinez, he should be coming back for you.”

Victoria wouldn’t be working with Martinez again, though, and if Martinez had been truthful in the first place, she wouldn’t have pestered him.

In business, the rules of survival of the fittest she understood.

But Martinez was really not open-minded, and there was no telling what could go wrong if they work together again in the future.

“Thanks! But I won’t be working with Mr. Moris anymore either. I’ll be looking for another company.”

The elevator stopped on the first floor, and Victoria was in a hurry to get to the hospital. She nodded politely and courteously to the others in the elevator, then in a burst of jogging, she got into her own car and disappeared as fast as she could.

Lucas saw that Victoria was all gone, said goodbye to Nick, and left.

In an instant, Nick and Aidan were the only ones left here. As for Ethan, he had been called back long ago because of his sister.

Aidan couldn’t resist snickering, “A man and a woman alone in an elevator, with dim lights and entangled breathing, and nothing really happens?”

Nick heard this description of him and taunted, “You really are a screenwriter.”

“Poppy’s heart is hidden really deep. The more she likes it, the less she shows it, probably until you show that you like her, she will never confess to you.”

Looking at Nick’s skeptical expression, Aidan just went ahead and used his gold medal screenwriter’s powers of association.

“That’s why I said she’s special. She definitely thinks like me in her heart, because she doesn’t want to get hurt, so she’ll never show her heart until she notices your attitude. A billion dollars can be given away without blinking an eye, if she doesn’t like you, I wouldn’t believe it. You are also really cold, just like that situation, if other men will definitely create something out of it, look at Lucas, he is so anxious outside that he can’t wait to jump in.”

Nick walked to his car, not wanting to pay attention to Aidan.

Aidan thought he didn’t believe him, and the corners of his mouth curved.

“You said she’s married, have you met her husband? If she really has a husband, how could she agree to come out to dinner with someone like Lucas? I guess she probably agreed to Lucas because she knew you were coming tonight.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, a woman’s voice came from the side.

“Mr… Mr. Andrews…”

Linda’s cheeks were flushed with nervousness, her hands unconsciously placed in front of her body and stirred tightly, not daring to look Nick in the eye.

Nick frowned, not recognizing the woman.

Linda’s health had been poor since childhood and she tended to breathe heavily when she got excited.

“Miss Blackwell, your car keys.” The waiter happened to park her car and came to return her keys.

“Blackwell?” Nick looked over at her.

“I.. I came to see you specifically about Blackwell’s company.”

Linda finished, her gaze falling to his face, her cheeks tinted with a touch of shyness.

Miss Blackwell, for Blackwell’s company, specifically for him.

Nick’s gaze lifted, and the bright lights overhead fell on his thin lips, the slightly pursed arcs radiating indifference.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

She was the Victoria that Grandpa praised?