"Vicky."
Stein called out, and Victoria followed him into the exhibition hall.
"I need to go find my colleagues, big brother, so I’ll leave you to it."
Whenever Stein was out on business, he always drew a crowd. Tagging along with him, Victoria couldn’t help but attract attention too.
Stein nodded, but the event coordinator grew anxious.
"Mr. Campbell, shall we arrange for someone to give Mrs. Campbell a tour?"
The coordinator was making a bold assumption, and Victoria struggled to keep a straight face. Stein, on the other hand, was completely unfazed.
"She’s my sister."
"Of course, of course—Ms. Campbell, we’ll be sure to look after you."
Victoria couldn’t help herself. "I’m here with my company, no need to trouble yourselves."
She made a quick escape. Stein watched her retreat with his usual calm. "Let her go," he said lightly.
Victoria hurried through the crowd, and after much searching, Curtis finally found her.
"What took you so long? I’ve been waiting forever."
Oh, the irony. Victoria was supposed to be one of the company’s senior executives, yet somehow her invitation had been "misplaced." No way Curtis would have done that—she didn’t even care to guess who had.
"Mr. Garcia, what brings you here? Come on, come on, I just spotted Mr. Langford and your new hire, Ms. Marchand—why not introduce me?"
No sooner had Curtis appeared than someone called out to him.
The newcomer glanced at Victoria, who was dressed simply, an ID tag from Quantum Core Technologies hanging from her neck. She wasn’t a familiar face from the business or political world. Pretty, yes, but only enough for Mr. Evans to give her a fleeting, indifferent look before moving on.
Mr. Evans tugged Curtis away, eager to find McNeil. Victoria tried to slip off, but Curtis stopped her.
"Let’s go together. The exhibition hall’s huge—don’t wander off."
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