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Hanging up, Landon sprawled lazily on the couch, stretching his long legs out onto the coffee table. The evening had just gotten a lot more interesting.
The man seated across from him had remained impeccably composed throughout the entire scene, not a flicker of disturbance crossing his features.
Landon, however, couldn’t shake his irritation. For the first time in his life, a woman had genuinely captured his interest. He’d navigated these social circles for years, everyone knew him as Mr. Voss, yet he’d never even caught a whisper of this particular woman being connected to Carter.
Carter! That guy really knows how to keep a secret. How come I never noticed he had someone this intriguing by his side?
Seeing that Eugene was giving him the silent treatment, Landon slid closer. “Eugene, how did you know I was wrong earlier? How did you know that woman wasn’t the mistress, but the wife?”
Mistress versus the legal wife!
Before the truth surfaced, nearly everyone in the restaurant had assumed the woman dining alone with her child was the mistress, and that the one with Carter was his legitimate family. The reality was the complete opposite.
Eugene had tried to point it out to him, but Landon had been shut down before he could even argue. He’d foolishly mistaken the real wife for a mistress, and the actual mistress for the wife!
In the end, I was the clown. Landon thought, thoroughly annoyed. He’d seen countless beautiful women and prided himself on his judgment. Usually, if he wanted a woman’s attention, a mere snap of his fingers would suffice. But tonight, he’d misjudged the same woman repeatedly.
Total epic fail.
Eugene offered no response. He simply swirled his drink, finished it in one go, and placed the glass firmly on the table.
“Alright, you lost the bet. You’re covering the bill tonight,” Eugene stated flatly, rising to his feet as if to leave.
Seeing him about to walk out, Landon scrambled up in a panic.
“You still haven’t answered me! How did you know she wasn’t the mistress?” Landon pressed, his expression dead serious.
Eugene glanced up, about to speak, when a ringing phone cut him off.
It was Landon’s.
Seeing it was one of his subordinates, he answered on speakerphone. “Go ahead.”
“Mr. Voss, we’ve gathered some preliminary information, but… it’s not extensive. Here’s what we have so far…” The voice on the other end reported.
“Just spit it out,” Landon said, impatience creeping into his voice.
“Mr. Voss, our initial checks confirm that Carter Myers, president of Myers Group, is indeed married. His wife is registered as Victoria Lewis. She’s the heiress of Lewis Group, who was brought back into the family at nineteen. She married Carter just a month after her return. They have a son named Robert.”
“Married at nineteen, and to Carter, no less,”
Landon muttered, shaking his head. “Yet neither Myers Group nor the Lewis family ever went public with it. They even have a child together, but they won’t grant her the proper status. What a piece of work Carter is.”
Eugene raised a brow, mildly amused. Since when did this playboy develop such a strong sense of righteousness?
“Ms. Lewis has maintained an extremely low profile,” the subordinate continued. “Since her marriage into the Myers family, she’s focused solely on domestic life. She’s never been involved in the company’s business or made any public appearances. That’s why she’s virtually unknown in our circles.”
“Understood.” Landon ended the call quickly and turned back to Eugene, unable to hold back his frustration. “Eugene, Carter is such a two-faced hypocrite. He puts on this polite, gentlemanly front and seems like a solid business partner. But now I’m thinking, collaborating with a man like that might not be such a great idea after all.”
The image of Carter blatantly siding with his mistress over his own wife replayed in Landon’s mind.
Screw that! He genuinely felt sorry for Victoria, being tied to a scumbag like that.
Even their child seemed to grasp the situation better than Carter did. What a joke!
The whole thing was pretty damn ironic.
If Victoria were my woman, Landon found himself thinking, I’d treat her like a queen. I’d never let anyone hurt her or put the blame on her.
“I think – ” Landon began, wanting to discuss it further, but he saw Eugene was already at the door.
“Eugene! You still haven’t answered my question!”
Eugene paused at the doorway, turning back to look at Landon’s earnest face. Finally, he offered two simple words.
“Gut feeling.”
Landon stood frozen, completely stunned. Without another word, Eugene turned and walked out.
After leaving Eve Restaurant, Eugene had barely stepped onto the pavement when a sleek black sedan pulled up smoothly in front of him.
He got into the back seat, and the car drove off immediately.
Bruce, seated in the passenger seat, handed a folder back to him.
“Mr. Rosewood, here is the finalized proposal review for the Cosmos Group project. Among all the submissions we received, the plan from Myers Group still demonstrates the most creativity and innovation.”
The mention of Myers Group made Eugene’s eyes flicker. He turned to gaze out the car window at the passing cityscape.
Capaville was all glittering lights and glamour – the kind of place where a person could easily lose themselves. Yet every time Eugene found himself here, memories of past events clouded his mood.
He’d never been ambushed before in his life. The only exception was because of some random woman.
A cold glint flashed in Eugene’s eyes as he recalled the moment Victoria had stared directly at the private room. There had been a curtain between them; he was certain no one outside could see in. Yet, he’d felt an uncanny sensation – as if her gaze had pierced right through the barrier and locked eyes with him.
Her stare had been sharp, penetrating. It felt like she knew exactly where they were. Or perhaps it was just pure intuition.
Did she know they were watching her the entire time? The thought made his eyes darken.
“Bruce!” he called out abruptly.
“Yes, sir? What do you need?”
“Check the Dark Web for any information on Victoria.”
Victoria? A woman?
Bruce’s entire body tensed at the request. He’d worked for Eugene for years, and this was the first time his boss had ever asked him to investigate a woman.
Meanwhile, Victoria had returned to the hotel with Robert.
No sooner had they arrived than Zachary called. He reported that he’d personally delivered the divorce papers to Myers Manor, handing them directly to Carter.
To make it easier to look after Isabella, he’d moved both Isabella and Jenarth into Myers Manor.
“I managed to get photos of Carter personally tending to Isabella,” Zachary said over the phone. “If these were made public, the boss of Myers Group would be in for some serious trouble. At the very least, in the court of public opinion, you’d come out on top.”
“No need. He’ll sign,” Victoria replied calmly, keeping her voice low. “But I need you to focus your efforts on Robert. Handle Carter for me on this.”
“Don’t worry! Leave it all to me,” Zachary assured before hanging up.
Victoria put her phone away and turned to find Robert tiptoeing toward the bedroom, his back to her.
“Robert!” she called out, her voice firm and commanding.
Robert flinched, then turned around slowly. Meeting her gaze, he forced an innocent smile. “Mom, do you need something?”
