Chapter 140
The playing cards in Jayce's hand were crushed out of shape.
His pale, sharp features turned even colder, and the mole under his eye seemed more striking. His gaze turned icy as he looked at Henry, his lips moving slightly.
"Mr. Caldwell!"
Delia stepped forward just in time and said, "It's getting late. We should head back."
She gently took the bent playing cards from his hand.
A silent reminder not to say anything further.
After all, Victoria wasn't divorced yet!
Jayce lowered his gaze slightly and stood up. "Let's go."
Delia let out a relieved sigh. Luckily, Jayce didn't dig in his heels, or everything would've been ruined...
The atmosphere in the room was odd. Barrett rubbed his neck. "Why does it feel so chilly in here?"
Gideon chuckled softly and said, "It's getting late. I have an early shift tomorrow, so I'll head out."
Barrett's eyes glimmered for a moment. "Alright, I'll head out too. Henry, are you leaving?"
Henry nodded and stood, grabbing his coat as he prepared to leave.
"Henry."
Sarah stood up and said, "Can you give me a ride? I had a little to drink and can't drive."
Sophia glanced at her. "I'll take you," she said.
Henry immediately nodded. "Be careful on your way back."
Then, he strode out.
Sarah bit her lip and looked at Sophia, who appeared calm. "What's that supposed to mean?" she asked.
"I'm taking you home," Sophia replied. "I didn't drink, and it's on my way."
A flicker of coldness passed through Sarah's eyes. She knew Sophia liked Henry.
But their relationship was complicated, and they always maintained a facade of peace.
They did, however, share a common enemy–Victoria.
The car was filled with a faint chill when the driver's voice broke the silence. "Mr. Harrison, we've arrived."
Henry, who had been resting with his eyes closed, opened them and looked at the familiar neighborhood. Starlight Terrace, which was Victoria's residence.
His striking eyes remained indifferent as he stared outside, making no move to get out of the car.
Just then, a car drove straight into the complex.
Henry's brows furrowed. Wasn't that Jayce's car?
He abruptly opened the car door and stepped out, his expression icy as he watched Jayce's car park below the building. Alone, he walked in and keyed in the elevator code to go upstairs.
What was he doing here?
Was he here to see Victoria?
As he thought of the possibility, Henry's expression darkened instantly.
The elevator crawled upward, finally stopping at the 21st floor.
Henry relaxed his furrowed brow slightly, yet his aura remained as sharp as ever.
Delia hurried over and nearly jumped out of her skin when she spotted Henry standing at the entrance.
"Mr. Harrison," she greeted him, her voice tinged with nervousness.
Henry cast her a dispassionate glance and asked, "Do you live here?"
Delia replied honestly, "Yes, I live right below Mrs. Harrison."
Henry let out a derisive snort, the smoke from his cigarette curling into the air, intensifying the frostiness in his expression.
Delia felt the urge to escape and quickly pressed the elevator button to head upstairs, thinking, "Mr. Harrison's is so intimidating..."
As the night deepened, Victoria finally drifted into a peaceful sleep, only to be jolted awake by the shrill ring of her phone.
Groggy and irritable, she answered, "Who is it?!"
"Open the door." A cold voice came on the other end.
Victoria, still half–asleep, didn't recognize the voice and snapped back, "No way! I'm trying to sleep here. Disrupting someone's sleep is sinful!"
With that, she hung up.
Henry stood at the door, staring at the disconnected call with a frown deepening on his face, irritation flickering in his eyes.
After a moment's thought, he sent a message to Grace and turned to leave.
The next morning, Victoria woke up early, instinctively reaching for her phone to check messages. When she saw the call log from last night, she shot up in bed, alarmed.
"Henry called me in the middle of the night?"
She racked her brain, feeling a mix of confusion and irritation.
"What's wrong with him?
Just as she was about to get out of bed, her phone vibrated violently–Tina was calling.
"Hello?" Victoria answered, still a bit disoriented.
"Vika, we've got a situation! You're trending!" Tina's voice was urgent.
"What?!" Victoria's heart raced.
She quickly opened the trending topics, her eyes widening at the sight of several headlines like "Vika's Photography Skills," "Sophia Injured," and "Vika Attacks."
She had a Twitter account, and logging in revealed a flood of notifications.
With no time to waste, Victoria clicked on the trending topics one by one.
It turned out that a series of her photos of Sophia had leaked online, sparking a heated debate among netizens.
In the early hours of the morning, Sophia's assistant had tweeted a scathing message, accusing Vika of poor photography skills and maliciously injuring Sophia, complete with a graphic photo of Sophia's arm, marred with bloody scratches.
Victoria's face paled as she clicked on the images–these were the discarded shots from her camera that had gone missing!
The comments section was a frenzy, filled with outrage from Sophia's fans, who were hurling insults and criticisms at her.
Tina was fuming. "How can they be so clueless? Can't they see those weren't the final edits? It's like they're all brain–dead!"
"Let's reach out to Sophia's team and see if she can still shoot today," Victoria said, her mind racing.
Tina sighed in agreement, frustration evident in her tone.
Despite the chaos, they still had a job to do.
After a quick wash–up, Victoria's phone rang again–it was Diana, who sounded utterly exhausted.
"I'm caught up on everything. What happened with those discarded shots?" Diana asked.
Victoria recounted the events of the previous day.
Diana replied, "Someone must have planted something on your camera to remotely access your photos."