President’s Secret Obsession With Ex-wife

Victoria stopped rubbing her hair and immediately thought of the incident involving the Bentley that was hit on the golf course earlier in the day.

But wasn’t the woman willing to cover the expenses for that?

She furrowed her brows, but went inside to change into appropriate clothes, and followed the officers to the police station.

“Miss Blackwell, here’s a photo of the accident with license plate number 11111, and here’s the surveillance video. At 6:20 p. m., the car owner claims you’re entirely responsible for hitting their taillight and didn’t leave any contact information,” one of the officers informed her.

Anxiety welled up within Victoria as she pointed to the other car on the monitor. “It was the owner of this car that struck my vehicle, causing me to collide with the one in front. She assured me she would cover the costs for the front car and told me to leave.”

The officer continued, “Miss Blackwell, the owner of the car that you crashed into is now looking for you. Here’s the bill from their insurance company for you.”

The total loss was three hundred and forty-two thousand dollars.

It was not that Victoria couldn’t afford to pay for that, but the more she thought about it, the more it didn’t make sense. Was the condescending woman from earlier going to escape without any consequences?

“Miss Blackwell, if you don’t…” Before the officer could complete his sentence, he was interrupted.

Another young policeman burst into the room. “Miss Blackwell, you’ve been bailed out and are free to leave.”

Victoria froze. She hadn’t notified anyone about this. Who would come to bail her out at this time?

As she exited the police station, a black car was parked nearby.

The young officer nodded at her, “It would be your family.”

Victoria expressed her gratitude to the officer, “Thanks for your hard work, guys.”

Once he departed, she turned her attention to the person in the car. She was just about to ask who the other person was when the car door swung open, and a hand forcefully pulled her inside.

She sensed something was wrong, “Help-!”

A handkerchief, emitting a pungent odor, was placed violently over her mouth and nose. She struggled for a moment but felt as though all her strength had been drained from her body, and she collapsed completely.

In her dazed state, she heard someone laughing and speaking.

“Mr. Kingsley is waiting at the hotel; hurry and take her to him. He’s probably getting impatient.”

“And let’s not forget, this woman is stunning. This face, this body, it’s enough to make anyone drool. No wonder Mr. Kingsley asked us to abduct her after watching the surveillance.”

Weston?

Victoria couldn’t believe that Weston hadn’t given up yet, and he was using such despicable tactics.

As desperation washed over her, she pinched her fingernails into the palms of her hands, the stinging pain briefly clearing her increasingly foggy head.

If she were taken to Weston’s room, she was certain she wouldn’t be able to get out again.

The car finally came to a halt, and she was yanked out and taken into the hotel lobby.

She was out of energy completely and was held up by men. They were about to turn down a side corridor, heading for the VIP elevator, when she suddenly heard a voice.

“Mr. Andrews, I’m really sorry; I’ve had the presidential suite changed for you. It’s right next door. I’ll accompany you there,” the hotel manager said, trembling with fear.

“We made a mistake,” he continued. “Someone double-checked everything several times this evening, and we even re-sterilized the room as per Declan’s request. We didn’t expect the bathroom appliances would suddenly break down.”

This was an unprecedented incident, and the one time it did happen, it had to involve Mr. Andrews. The odds of winning the lottery were probably better than this.

Nick’s response was stern, “Well, don’t follow me.” His hair was half wet and his expression was impatient as he continued saying, “Make sure it doesn’t happen again. Check the other rooms more frequently to prevent such mistakes.”

“Yes Sir!”

The hotel manager wiped his sweat timidly. Knowing very well that he had already put his career at risk by making such a blunder in front of the president, already foreseeing a dark future for himself.

Nick took his room key card and turned down the corridor, only to be met with a group of people.

Without paying much attention, he headed toward the elevator on the other side. But as he was about to proceed, a dark shadow suddenly descended upon him, and a soft, warm body quickly wrapped itself around him.

Nick’s expression instantly darkened, a frosty layer settling over his already cold face.

Just as he tried to push the person away, he saw the woman look up and it was a face he recognized.

The person who had been attempting to abduct Victoria was taken aback by her unexpected move, and seeing Nick’s imposing presence, they hesitated for a moment.

Victoria clung to Nick’s waist with all her might, like she was grasping for a lifeline.

“Honey,” she whispered.

Nick’s body froze, and the two men who were just about to reach out to grab her withdrew their hands in a panic.

They exchanged worried glances, unsure of how to proceed. Mr. Kingsley hadn’t mentioned anything about this woman having a husband, and now they were caught in an unexpected situation.

Nick’s patience had already stretched thin from his past interactions with Victoria, and being offended by her.

He raised his hand to remove her from him. But just as he was about to do so, her soft and pleading voice reached his ear, “Help me.”

Victoria buried herself tightly in Nick’s chest. Her arms encircled his waist, preventing herself from sliding down.

Her body trembled slightly from nervousness.

Nick’s raised hand paused mid-air, and he glanced up, his gaze piercing as he observed the two unfamiliar men. His eyes were as cold as blades.

The two men’s faces changed rapidly in response to Nick’s demeanor, and they quickly took a step back. Just then, the elevator doors opened nearby, and Weston, who couldn’t wait to arrive, stepped out.

Upon seeing Nick, he hurried over.

Weston had been lusting after Victoria for a long time, and when he realized that one night with her clearly wasn’t enough, he had got a video camera and a hallucinogenic drug.

Planning to make her his plaything in mind and record the night’s events so that he could have control over her in the future.

That was the price for daring to deceive him!

Weston momentarily panicked at the sight of Nick, but quickly adjusted his face and greeted him with a smile.

“Mr. Andrews, Poppy is my girlfriend. She’s had a bit too much to drink and said some things she didn’t mean,” he explained.

Nick glanced at the flushed woman in his arms and narrowed his eyes slightly.

“Girlfriend?” he questioned, suspicion lacing his tone.

The hallucinogenic drugs were beginning to affect Victoria, and her mind was growing increasingly foggy. However, she still retained a glimmer of consciousness and understood that the man holding her was the only one she could rely on.

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