Victoria’s gaze instantly cooled, her voice turning icy.
“Ask him what Gwyn has planned. Tell him to call me back later.”
She didn’t wait for Violet to say anything else—just hung up without a word.
Yasmine arrived a moment later, carrying Victoria’s clothes and, as always, a bit of news.
“Mr. Miller had Daniel hire a housekeeper today—a woman, apparently to help take care of things around here. Daniel’s a man; there are some things he can’t really handle.”
A faint, amused smile played at Victoria’s lips. She doubted Simms was thrilled about her staying long-term, so why bring in a housekeeper to cater to her?
“Is her name Morris?”
Yasmine nodded, clearly impressed. “Yes, Ms. Langford. You really do see right through people.”
Victoria shot her a look. That title—Mrs. Langford—used to please her, but now it just sounded grating.
“From now on, call me Ms. Turner.”
Meanwhile, back with Violet, McNeil entered the room carrying her medication.
“Take these, and drink some water.”
He watched until she swallowed the pills, obedient as always, before glancing at her phone on the nightstand. Violet hadn’t told him that Victoria had called, nor that she’d quietly deleted the call from her history.
“Don’t go telling people who you are when you’re out,” McNeil warned. He didn’t want a repeat of the crowding chaos from earlier.
“I’m sorry, McNeil. I didn’t mean to cause trouble—it’s just the fans are so enthusiastic.” Violet’s voice was tinged with grievance, but she kept her emotions in check, as she always did with him.
McNeil’s phone rang—his father.
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