BookToReadChapter 136 Victoria made her way toward the conference hall, only to be stopped halfway by someone approaching from behind.
A black suit jacket was draped over her shoulders, enveloping her completely in its warmth and shielding her from prying eyes.
She looked up and found Curtis standing before her.
"Why are you dressed like that?" he asked, frowning.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtJust moments ago, chaos had erupted-Violet had suddenly fainted onstage, prompting McNeil to whisk her away from the crowd. Curtis had followed, but by the the reached the hallway, the two had already vanished.
Scanning the crowd, he immediately spotted Victoria, but was taken aback by how revealing her outfit was. Acting on pure instinct and a possessiveness he couldn't quite hide-he slipped off his own jacket and wrapped it around her, unwilling to let anyone else see her like that.
Victoria didn't bother to explain that it was Violet who'd insisted she wear the dress. There was no need. She accepted Curtis's jacket with a grateful smile.
"The next part is just the contract signing-boring stuff," Curtis said. "Why don't you head to the back and get srest?" He had no intention of letting Victoria parade around the venue dressed like that. As luck would have it, Ailie had just cout as well.
She'd witnessed McNeil carrying Violet out of the hall and had hurried out herself -mostly to spare Victoria the sight, worried it might upset her.
"Ailie, would you stay with Ms. Turner?" Curtis asked, needing to return to his place and finish up the press conference.
Ailie was more than happy to oblige; drumming up support for Violet had been the most distasteful thing she'd ever done-she'd have preferred eating dirt.
"Of course," she said quickly.
Ailie followed Victoria to the suite the hotel had set up for them. As soon as the door closed behind them, Ailie let loose, venting her frustration at machine-gun speed.
Victoria listened, the corners of her lips curling upward despite herself as Ailie ranted about how McNeil had invested over half a billion dollars into this new game. Over the years, McNeil had certainly grown sharper in business.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWith the F1 Grand Prix just around the corner, the timing of the game's launch was perfect—no better way to ride the wave of excitement.
"It's your code, Victoria. Yet now you have to watch while they make a fortune off it," Ailie whined, tearing up as she squeezed Victoria's hand. "I'm sorry. I should've gone to the tech department and made it clear you were the real developer. Violet wouldn't have been able to steal your work." Victoria changed out of the evening gown and slipped back into her professional attire, her voice steady and calm. "What's done is done, Ailie. There's no use crying over spilled milk." It wasn't that she didn't care-she simply knew there was no changing the past, so what was the point in dwelling on it? Hospital.
Violet slowly cto as the IV finished. Blinking, she saw McNeil sitting at her bedside, his expression filled with concern.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, "I ruined everything today." McNeil's voice was gentle. "Nothing is more important than your health."
A doctor entered and addressed McNeil, "She's still recovering try not to let her overexert herself. After sharing a few more instructions, the doctor left. McNeil sat beside Violet, worry etched on his face. "You shouldn't go to next week's Grand Prix." He'd barely managed to pull her back from the brink; the last thing he wanted was to risk her relapsing.
Violet shook her head, stubborn as ever. "McNeil, trust me. I'm not that fragile. And I don't like being protected." He studied her for a long moment, then finally gave in. "Have it your way." Quantum Core Technologies Despite the earlier commotion, Quantum Core's press conference was a resounding success.
Their new racing gshot straight to the top of the trending chartsm riding the coattails of the upcoming FT Grand Prix.
The entire city was buzzing about the collaboration between Quantum Core and The he Langford Group. The ghad only been online for half an hour, but it was already flying off the virtual shelves.
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