Chapter 60
Victoria thought she wouldn't have to wait long, but three days had passed with no word from Sarah. She couldn't help but wonder what exactly was Sarah hesitating about.
Victoria sent Jennifer a batch of custom–made fragrances, who quickly settled the payment. Without delay, Victoria reinvested the funds.
Meanwhile, Jennifer wasted no time calling Henry back home after receiving the fragrances.
The living room, adorned with classical decor, exuded elegance and grandeur. Jennifer sat gracefully on the sofa, arranging a bundle of fresh flowers.
Henry strode into the room. He sat in a single armchair and asked curtly, "What's the matter?"
Jennifer reached for a small box and handed it to Henry. "You've been struggling with insomnia lately, haven't you? I met with Ms. Aroma and had her create a custom fragrance to help you sleep. Take it and give it a try."
Henry looked at the ornate little box. He took it, opened the lid, and found a bottle resembling perfume inside. It was identical to the one already in his home. He sneered.
Jennifer frowned. "What's with that attitude?"
Henry twirled the bottle, his tone nonchalant. "Thank you".
Jennifer studied Henry for a moment before asking, "What's going on with Victoria? Has she really lost her memory?"
"What are you trying to say?" Henry looked at Jennifer, who had a flicker of disdain crossed her face.
She said, "Victoria is cunning. She succeeded with one scheme five years ago, and now she'll do anything to get what she wants. That's why I don't let her be around Jude. He's the future heir to the Harrison Group and can't be influenced by someone like her."
After a brief pause, Jennifer added, "You'd better keep your guard up. If she's using this memory loss as an excuse to plot something, you need to cut your losses quickly."
Henry's strikingly handsome face grew colder, his expression unreadable. "Are you suggesting we get a divorce?"
Jennifer countered with a question. "Sarah's back. What are you planning to do about that? She must have come back for you. You two had such a great relationship back then. After you marry Victoria, do you feel at peace with it?"
Henry chuckled at Jennifer's words. "Mom, didn't you dislike Sarah back then too?"
Jennifer pressed her lips, thinking, "I never liked Sarah.
She came from an ordinary family and was a nobody five years ago.
I strongly opposed you dating her. But now, things have changed.
Sarah is a famous ballet dancer performing worldwide.
I have to rethink my view. Looking at Victoria and Sarah now, Sarah is the better choice. "
"What's in the past is in the past. Things are different now," Jennifer said, her tone softer. "If you want to marry Sarah, I won't stand in your way. I'll even talk to your father about it."
Henry's gaze grew colder, his whole demeanor wrapped in icy indifference. "Take care of Jude. As for my business, stay out of it," he said flatly, then turned and walked out without looking back.
Jennifer sensed Henry's displeasure and was baffled. She thought, "What did he mean by that? Does he not want to divorce Victoria anymore?"
Though annoyed, Jennifer decided against pushing the matter. After all, news of a divorce could shake the Harrison Group's stock price, and profits always came first.
In the car, Henry stared at the fragrance bottle in his hand, his gaze sharp and cold. He thought, "Does this 'Ms. Aroma' not realize that Jennifer is my mother? Charging us both for the same product, she's bold and greedy, indeed."
Henry pulled out his phone, snapped a picture of the bottle, and sent it to Victoria.
Victoria was taken aback by how swiftly Henry had found the fragrance back. She sneered and tapped out a reply: [How does Mr. Harrison have another bottle?]
Henry typed: [Jennifer Harrison is my mother.]
Victoria replied: [I see. My apologies. I wasn't aware. Are you looking to return it, or...]
Henry typed: [You better be unaware.]
Victoria replied: [Mr. Harrison, you must be joking. I honestly didn't know. I've only recently returned to Lanceser. Given Mrs. Jennifer Harrison's esteemed status, our paths wouldn't have crossed. Please, don't accuse me unjustly.]
Rolling her eyes, Victoria tossed her phone aside and resumed her yoga practice. Just then, her other phone rang. It was Diana.