Victoria’s eyes went cold in an instant, her tone turning frosty.
“Mr. Garcia, I have plans tonight. I won’t be joining you.”
Curtis had been genuinely inviting Victoria; from the moment he first saw her, he’d felt an inexplicable fondness.
“All right, that was presumptuous of me. Ms. Turner, you’re welcome to start work whenever you like.”
Victoria gave Ailie a brief nod before leaving, her demeanor distant and unreadable.
At lunchtime, she returned to the Simms residence. When she walked in, Yulia came out to greet her personally.
“Welcome home, Ms. Miller. You’ve been away for a couple of days—Mr. Miller was worried, asked about you several times.”
Yulia was dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, her hair swept into an elegant chignon. With delicate features and a curvy, graceful figure, she was exactly the type to catch a middle-aged man’s eye at first glance.
“You seem to know my father quite well, don’t you?”
There was a pointed undertone in Victoria’s words. Yulia’s face flickered with a hint of panic, but she quickly composed herself.
“I’m not only your housekeeper, but also Mr. Miller’s secretary.”
Yulia replied smoothly, regaining her composure. When Yasmine came out, Victoria handed her coat to her and didn’t spare Yulia another glance.
From Yulia’s perspective, this was typical behavior of a spoiled heiress. She sneered inwardly—what a fool—and followed them unconcerned.
For once, Simms made it home for lunch. The kitchen had gone all out, preparing a lavish spread that covered the entire dining table.
Victoria came downstairs and paused, gazing at the expensive ingredients. She never ate things like caviar or shellfish—she was allergic. She remembered that Simms didn’t much care for these delicacies either. A faint, mocking smile tugged at her lips. No need to guess who these dishes were for—clearly, they were meant for Yulia.
Simms entered the hall, and Victoria calmly took her seat at the table. Yulia, as if on cue, hurried to greet him.
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