BookToReadChapter 171 When Nash first heard Violet's voice as they worked, he found himself completely captivated-utterly entranced, even.
Men like them had met their share of impressive women. As senior managers, they attended plenty of business functions, brushing shoulders with powerful, beautiful women who made their mark in the corporate world.
But someone like Ms. Marchand? She was in a league of her own.
Watching her-so focused, yet gentle-Nash felt his heart skip a beat. George, standing nearby, couldn't help but tease him.
"Who wouldn't feel that way? Still, guys like us can't even dream about it. Mr. Langford's always at Ms. Marchand's side, watching her like a hawk. Forget about managers like you or me-even those rich kids from high society wouldn't get close to her." With that, George shattered Nash's daydream.
"Sthings are just too far out of reach. Not even worth dreaming about." As Violet climbed into the car, she brushed past Victoria.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Don't go playing hero when you don't know what you're doing," she said quietly. "When you've got people in the car, guessing isn't good enough. If something goes wrong, who's going to take responsibility?" With that, Violet followed McNeil back into the RV.
Victoria trailed behind, exhaling in relief.
That was close- McNeil tested the car, found nothing wrong, and started driving as usual.
Somehow, the drive up the mountain had felt endless, but the three hours down seemed to fly by.
When they pulled up at Quantum Core Technologies, McNeil called his driver to swap cars, instructing him to take the vehicle to the shop for a thorough check- just in case.
Victoria got ready to head back to the office with Curtis.
But McNeil turned to her, his tone sharp and cold. "I didn't realize you knew this car so well." Before Victoria could respond, McNeil had already ushered Violet into another car, driving off without a backward glance.
It wasn't until Victoria was back at her own desk at Quantum Core Technologies that she realized her palms were sweaty from clutching her bag so tightly.
Ailie appeared from the kitchenette, carrying a mug of coffee.
"Here-drink this. And don't let what they said get to you. That's just how the workplace is. You're better than them, and it makes people jealous-men and women both." Ailie tried to comfort her but couldn't resist a little jab. "But honestly, you shouldn't have tried to steal the spotlight today. I didn't even think Violet Marchand was going to bother fixing the car. At the holiday party she was handing out racecar tickets, telling us to csupport her, but when it really mattered she just stood back and let others do the work." She paused to take a sip, and suddenly spat out her coffee.
Ailie stared at Victoria, wide-eyed.
"Huh?" Victoria was still holding her own cup, listening to Ailie's lecture.
Ailie leaned in, lowering her voice. "Victoria... you didn't—" Victoria stayed silent.
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Ailie grabbed a chair, sitting right beside her. "You knew Violet could fix the car didn't you? That's why you pushed her to step in." Victoria met her gaze-steady and serious-but didn't argue or explain.
"I knew it! You're way too smart to do something reckless without a plan. Victoria am seriously impressed." Victoria just shook her head. "No." But Ailie was already tuning her out, caught up in her own theory.
Victoria had no intention of correcting her.
"It's getting late and I've got a mountain of work to do. Don't forget to finish your coffee-t made it just for ET you." As Ailie bounced away, humming to herself, Victoria lifted the mug to her lips and took a sip.
It was sweet and creamy, with plenty of brown sugar and milk-rich and smooth, not even a hint of bitterness.
Did she really use reverse psychology on Violet? She wasn't so sure-maybe she hadn't, after all.
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