President’s Secret Obsession With Ex-wife

The message was from Nick’s lawyer.

Victoria took a seat in the lounge area by the window and quickly replied, “Can I meet him in person? I am downstairs in the building right now and will meet as soon as Nick wants.”

The lawyer said he would negotiate and stopped responding.

While on the top floor of the building the man sitting behind a black marble desk looked down as he flipped through the papers in front of him.

Declan pushed his way in, “Sir, Miss Blackwell would like to see you.”

Nick’s eyes moved briefly away from the paper, his tone light and not wanting to mention it much, “No.”

The whole point of seeing him was to avoid a divorce. Did she think that meeting would change anything? She should not be too confident in herself.

A hint of boredom crossed his brow, his voice cold and deep, “Have the lawyer send the divorce papers to her house and watch her sign them.”

Declan nodded, not getting into too much detail about this president’s wife, and confirmed the itinerary once again, “Carter Kingsley, the president of Henderson Bank, has an appointment with you to meet at the golf course this afternoon, so you’re good to go.”

Nick rose, his long fingertips casually straightening his tie, “Hmm.”

After Victoria sat down, several more people entered, both men and women, all dressed in formal attire.

She sat quietly there like a beautiful painting until she got a call from her dad.

Daniel’s tone was rarely eager, “Tori, what the hell is going on and why is Nick suddenly divorcing you?” Is something wrong with your relationship? You come home and we’ll talk about it.”

Victoria paused and said, “Dad, you know how he left the country immediately because he married me, and now he’s back, what else could it be for?”

Daniel was in a hurry, “Tori, this marriage definitely can’t be ended, it’s the company’s toughest time now, it’s about to face the second round of financing, if you get divorced at this time, our stock will surely be affected, and those shareholders will pull out of the capital as well.”

Cynthia’s voice came on the other end of the line, “Told you she wasn’t on the same page as you, couldn’t be relied on, if she had put in a little effort, could Nick have gotten his lawyer to send the divorce papers straight to the house? Now we’re all a joke!”

Daniel was silent for a split second, then whispered, “Dad is saying this also for your own good, it’s hard for a woman to find a good man when she gets divorced and then gets married again. Why don’t we go look for Edward, he has always taken care of you….”

Victoria had a ball of air stifled in her chest and wanted to ask rhetorically if it was for her, or for the company or for Cynthia? But she couldn’t ask.

She could remember the time when her mother had just passed away, Daniel would bring her to meetings, in case something happened to her.

She had to say that Edward had gone to a foreign sanatorium and hadn’t come back yet, and after a few reassuring words, she hung up.

Nick had his attorney send the divorce papers to the house, and it appeared that the attorney had failed to communicate with him and he wouldn’t come out to meet her.

He really did loathe her as a wife.

She didn’t need to wait here since people had made their attitude clear.

Victoria was a little deflated and didn’t notice knocking her knee when she got in the car before she saw Wesley’s new message.

[ You were contacted by Weston Kingsley, the son of the president of Henderson Bank? ]

Victoria remembered it, but she was busy shopping for materials for another client and was so burnt out that she forgot about it.

Wesley said Weston booked an order with the studio, now at the golf course, and specified her design.

Victoria asked for the address and drove the car there.

The golf course was located on the outskirts of what was said to be thousands of acres of land in the upper reaches of Veridian City.

When Victoria arrived, Weston’s assistant came out of the door to greet her.

“Hello, Poppy.” Poppy was actually Victoria’s stage name which she usually used when she was designing artwork and talking business.

The assistant smiled and said in a polite way, “This way.”Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

She followed the assistant and arrived only to realize it was the locker room.

The assistant explained, “I have the clubs ready, do you know golf?”

“Can do some, but can’t play well.”

“Don’t worry, change first, Mr. Kingsley is waiting for you at the court.”

Victoria nodded, she had played tennis and fished in the past to get the order, this requirement of golf was not difficult for her at all.

The assistant prepared a short white athletic dress, thoughtfully paired with a hairband of the same color.

Victoria tied her long hair back in a ponytail as she grabbed a set of clubs and headed out the door.

When she reached the downstairs hall, she glanced at the court outside, and when she stepped back, she saw a tall man with an outstanding temperament, exuding an intimidatingly cold aura as he walked, surrounded by a group of people stepping in through the door.

As if pinned, Victoria’s feet stopped moving.

It was amazing that Nick was here too.

She stood in the most prominent position, and it was hard not to draw attention to her.

Bright-eyed and with a high ponytail, she had a youthful and lively flavor. Under the short athletic skirt, her pair of long, straight legs were so white that a red mark on the knee stood out.

Nick only looked at it for a second before moving his eyes away.