BookToReadChapter 170 Everyone glanced at Victoria, suspicion flickering in more than a few eyes.
But the truth was, out of all of them, she was the only one who might possibly know what to do. The men exchanged uncertain looks better to try something, even if it was a long shot, than stand around helplessly.
So Victoria started giving orders, instructing them to grab the spare tire and the jack.
The men quickly found the tools. Victoria was just about to walk them through the process of changing the tire when she happened to catch McNeil's thoughtful gaze from the edge of the group.
Her heart skipped a beat, and the instructions she'd been about to deliver suddenly died on her lips.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Ms. Turner, what should we do next?" someone asked.
With all the tools laid out, every pair of eyes turned expectantly to Victoria.
McNeil, leaning against a tree at the side of the mountain road, drew a cigarette from his pack and lit up, his eyes never leaving Victoria.
"N-Next-" Victoria stammered. She wanted to get this over with and almost let McNeil see right through her.
"I only learned how to change a tire by watching a video online," she admitted after a pause, “and honestly, it's been a while. I don't really remember all the steps." Jack and George, who had been gearing up to help, deflated immediately.
"Wait, Ms. Turner, you mean you don't actually know how to do this? You watched a video and now you're going to teach us?" Jack asked, exasperated.
If Ms. Turner weren't a woman, and more importantly, if she weren't Mr. Garcia's favorite, a few of the men might have lost their tempers right there. Was she just messing with them for fun? Maybe she was getting back at them for those snide remarks back at the hotel.
The tire was heavy-just getting it off had left them sweating-and now it seemed she might not even know what she was doing.
All the while, Violet had been leaning against the car with her arms crossed, watching the scene unfold with an amused, almost cold expression. She was curious to see how Victoria would handle things-changing a tire, really? And yet, in under ten minutes, Victoria had managed to direct the group to bring the spare around to the front of the car, only to toss out a casual, "I just watched a video." Violet nearly laughed out loud.
She watched as the men turned red with frustration, unable to vent their irritation in front of Victoria. Satisfied, she finally stepped forward.
"Alright, enough. Lethandle this," Violet announced, drawing everyone's attention.
"My team's mechanics lethelp out in the garage all the time. With you guys assisting, this should be a breeze." Without missing a beat, Violet took charge, guiding the group through removing the blown tire, working the jack, loosening the lug nuts-her instructions were clear and confident, and the whole process went smoothly. Within minutes, the spare was on.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmViolet even had someone pop the hood and checked the engine, just to make sure there were no lingering issues, before ushering everyone back into the car.
From where he stood, McNeil watched as the entire repair was wrapped up in the tit took him to smoke half a cigarette.
"Ms. Marchand, you're incredible," someone praised, and the others quickly chimed in, showering Violet with admiration-Victoria was all but forgotten. Curtis drifted over to Victoria and gave her a reassuring pat on the shoulder.
"These things are best left to the pros," he said kindly. "You meant well. Everyone's just eager to get back, don't take their words to heart." McNeil's eyes flickered over Curtis and Victoria. He dropped his cigarette on the ground and crushed it beneath his heel.
"Let's get moving," he called out.
Violet flashed McNeil a cool smile.
She'd changed into a fresh windbreaker, her ponytail swinging, looking sharp and confident-almost Just dazzling. Just then, a gust of mountain air whipped a few loose strands of hair across her cheek, making her look even more striking.
"Honestly," George muttered to the group, unable to take his eyes off her, "women like Ms. Marchand are one in amillion. I'd trade a few years of my life just to date someone like her."
Visit our social media platform to read fascinating stories every day and connect with the community!
