President’s Secret Obsession With Ex-wife

Victoria walked to the art building where the exhibition was being held. She stood out from the crowd of business people in her crisp, dry outfit.

She looked around and with one glance found her target in the crowd, Charles William, the veteran president of Jordin Technology.

“Mr. William, I’m sorry, am I late?”

She bowed over and shook Charles William’s hand.

Charles William was surrounded by several of the school’s leaders, and was sponsoring all of the electronic equipment for Veridian City University’s microcomputer classes this year and would donate 10, 000 air conditioners.

Charles William was wearing a suit. His body, which had been working out for years, made him more energetic than the average person.

Although he was a businessman, he did not have the shrewdness of a businessman, but rather, he was permeated with a sense of open-mindedness that belonged uniquely to his age group.

“Poppy! You’re finally here, I thought you forgot.”

Victoria had previously designed a house for him and that was when they met.

“You invited me. How dare I not come?”

As she spoke, she turned to the middle-aged woman dressed very smartly to the side, “Mrs. Thornton, it’s been a long time.”Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

Olivia Thornton was thirty-five, smartly dressed, with a pair of black-framed glasses perched on the bridge of her nose and a hint of a mature woman’s charm.

But her face sank a little when Victoria called her “Mrs. Thornton.”

Olivia Thornton looked at Victoria’s face, a quick glint in her eye, then a smile on her face.

“So it’s Victoria, I didn’t realize you knew Mr. William.”

Charles William smiled, “She designed the house I was most happy with. Then when I found out she was a graduate of Veridian City University’s School of Fine Arts, I invited her to accompany me to see this year’s exhibition.”

“Oh, I see.” Olivia Thornton looked at Victoria. Realizing that Victoria’s face was unpowdered and cheap from head to toe, she didn’t say another word.

Victoria stood next to Charles William. She was first chatting about the house, but when she saw that he was more interested in one of the paintings hanging, she turned to the exhibition and focused on methodical explanation, including brush strokes, color inspiration.

Charles William nodded his head at times and complimented her with a quip, “How did you go from painting to interior design?”

Olivia Thornton stiffened behind him when he said this, but Victoria changed the subject lightly, “Mr. William, there’s someone over there calling for you.”

Charles William turned around and saw a business partner raising a glass to him.

“Well, wait here for a moment. I’ll go over and greet a few people.”

Victoria nodded politely, making sure he wouldn’t be back anytime soon, and went into the restroom around the corner.

She had just turned on the faucet when someone came in behind me.

Even at thirty-five, Olivia Thornton still looked exquisitely well maintained, her gaze sweeping up and down with contempt.

“I’m surprised you had the nerve to come back to school.”

Victoria took out her lipstick and moisturized her lips.

“Mrs. Thornton is joking. It is not me who should be afraid.”

Olivia Thornton was wary of locking the door, and opened the compartments one by one to check and make sure there was no one else there, before sneering.

“Who would believe you, an alleged plagiarist? Back then you tried to seduce Richard Steele and were chased at the school by his wife who threw paint all over you. It was a big deal, it’s been a few years since the incident though. I’m a Director now, do you think everyone has forgotten about it?”

“Mrs. Thornton, you have sacrificed a lot to get promoted to this Director. Is your husband clear about your relationship with Richard Steele? He transferred to Veridian City University this year too, right?”

Olivia Thornton raised her hand and tried to slap her.

Victoria took hold of her wrist and flung it backhanded.

Olivia Thornton was dumbfounded by the blow. She covered her face incredulously as she looked at her.

“You bitch! You still dare to fight me? If I call the police, you’ll be finished. Back then you struggled for so many years, and were about to win a prize, but in the end, you almost didn’t get your graduation certificate because of plagiarism, don’t you know the price of offending me?”

Victoria thought it was funny. She turned on a side faucet and blocked one of the sides with her fingertips, spraying water directly onto Olivia Thornton’s body.

Olivia Thornton screamed and dodged away in disarray but still got quite wet.

“Mrs. Thornton, I don’t think you’re aware of the situation right now. I’m not a student at your school anymore, so what are you threatening me with? A diploma? Or continue to accuse me of plagiarism? Unfortunately, I’ve even given up painting now, so how do you intend to make me pay?”

Olivia Thornton’s body was shaking all over. Her eyes sparkled as she sneered, “What about that video?”

“You were teased by Richard Steele, and pinned down under him. Although he didn’t succeed. But as soon as that video goes out, will you be able to stay in the designer business?”