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Chapter 9 I Haven't Played With Her Enough

  • Lucas placed the chicken soup he had brought on the table. Then, he turned and raised his chin as he looked at Christian. "Come out and let's have a talk."
  • Christian gave a faint smile as if he had predicted that Lucas would be unable to bear it any longer. "We can talk right here."
  • Victoria had no idea what they were going to talk about. Still, when she saw Lucas frown, she couldn't help but interrupt, "Mr. Thatcher, since you two have something to discuss, I'll excuse myself."
  • She reached to pull up the cover and get out of bed, but as soon as her fingers touched the blanket, a lighter flew at her and hit her on the back of the hand. Even though the lighter didn't weigh much, it hurt a lot.
  • Christian looked at her with his brow furrowed. "Did I give you permission to move? Lie down."
  • Lucas' facial expression darkened as he noticed her hand had turned red from being hit by the lighter. Even his tone was venomous as he questioned, "Christian, what will Bella think if you keep her by your side like this?"
  • Victoria felt pain in her chest when Bella's name was mentioned.
  • Christian fiddled with the ring on his finger and then looked up at Lucas. "In light of this, Mr. Spritz, what do you recommend I do?"
  • "Allow her to leave Bloomsway City."
  • Christian's narrowed eyes had a murderous glint, but it was quickly hidden. "She has a good attitude at work and is willing to do whatever is required of her. Logically, there is no reason for me to fire her."
  • "Delta Club is a magnificent place. You can hire anyone, so a mere hostess like her won't be missed." Lucas was enraged as he raised his hand and slammed a chair to the floor. "Then, how about I recruit this employee to work for me? What do you think?"
  • Obviously, Lucas' ability to maintain his composure had worn thin.
  • Christian reached up and adjusted his tailored suit with a careless expression. "It is plausible to assert that we have been friends since childhood. I have no reason to refuse if you want my employee to work for you, but what should I do? Of all the women, she is the one with whom I haven't played with her enough."
  • "How much longer do you plan on playing? She… With her condition like this, what else is worth playing with?"
  • "Sorry…" Victoria felt disrespected for being moved around like an object. She took a deep breath and then looked at Lucas. "Mr. Spritz, I have no plans to change jobs at the moment. Thank you for your thoughtfulness."
  • "Victoria!" Lucas glanced at her in slight disbelief. "Do you understand what you're saying?"
  • Victoria knew that Lucas acted in this manner with her best interests in mind. Nevertheless, Bella had already forced her into the abyss. She no longer wished to involve Lucas out of spite or generosity.
  • "Yes, I do. You were upset with me last night, so you're still hesitant to let me off the hook. How about this? I'm willing to do whatever it takes to calm your wrath, including groveling my way back inside there."
  • Lucas stared at Victoria with a cold expression. He couldn't let out his frustration and anger as much as he tried. However, he couldn't understand why she had behaved this way.
  • "Victoria, do you really think I won't let you go?"
  • She lowered her head and refrained from looking at him.
  • He appeared to be amused. "It turns out I was the nosy one all along. Take care, Miss Coleman."
  • For some reason, as soon as the door to the ward was slammed shut, Victoria breathed a sigh of relief.
  • Before she could feel too relieved, however, a chilling voice echoed above her head. "You even mastered the art of reigniting love. Victoria, those two years weren't wasted after all."
  • When Victoria heard Christian sneer, she turned her head slightly bewildered. "However, each of them intends to torment and aggravate you. You'll be digging your own grave if you try to seduce Lucas."
  • She finally comprehended what he had meant. Her entire body was enveloped in a chill that emanated from her core.
  • Later, she muttered in a low tone, "Mr. Thatcher, don't worry. I have no interest in being a part of your social circle anymore."