Would she end up marrying Stein?
He deserved this—he really did. She’d vanished, and he couldn’t find a single phone number that could lead him to Victoria.
He barely knew any of her friends. The only one was Ailie, and even if she knew something, she’d never tell him where Victoria had gone.
They all loathed him.
He really had it coming, didn’t he?
Echo City
Victoria stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of her newly purchased penthouse, the glittering lights of Echo City sprawling beneath her. As she admired the city’s nighttime glow, her phone rang. It was the old man.
“How old is my great-grandchild now?” he asked.
A wry smile tugged at Victoria’s lips. “Sorry, can’t say for sure if it’s a boy or a girl yet. You’ll have to wait a few more months.”
He sounded genuinely delighted, seemingly unaffected by the news of Victoria and McNeil’s divorce.
“That other woman—I made sure she can’t have children. So, you just focus on giving the Langford family a healthy heir. I don’t care how you manage it, but it better be a boy. Do whatever you have to do.”
Victoria couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity, though she honestly didn’t care about Violet or whatever schemes the old man was cooking up. None of it had anything to do with her. He could spin his stories however he liked; she didn’t take any of it seriously.
He continued, “So, you’re really done with my useless grandson?”
Victoria quirked an eyebrow. “Maybe go ask someone else. I’m not running a recycling center here.”
The old man chuckled sheepishly. “Well, suit yourself. As long as you give me my precious great-grandchild, that’s all I care about. But listen, clever girl, don’t go marrying just anyone. I don’t trust some stepfather to treat my grandson right. If you do, I won’t let it slide.”
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