President’s Secret Obsession With Ex-wife

Weston’s face froze with sudden realization.

How dare she falsely claim to be Nick’s wife and flaunt it like that?

The audacity of this woman!

Since Nick had already denied it, Weston made a mental note that if he ever crossed paths with her again, he’d ensure she learned a lesson she wouldn’t forget.

Victoria left the stadium, got into her car, and couldn’t shake off the disgust she felt toward Weston. She would just have to go back and figure out what else to do.

Surrounded by luxury cars, her inexpensive car seemed out of place.

She started her car and carefully backed up, ready to leave.

Just as she was about to pull away, a car behind her crashed into the back of her vehicle at high speed. Her car was thrust forward three meters by the force, colliding with the Bentley parked in front of her.

Victoria stepped out of her car and found that the driver was a middle-aged woman in delicate makeup, looking rather uninterested.

Assessing the minor damage to Victoria’s inexpensive car and Victoria’s own appearance, the woman seemed to dismiss her as a young employee accompanying her boss.

Victoria caught the hint of disdain in the woman’s eyes and cast a concerned gaze at the Bentley in front, its license plate displaying a series of identical numbers. The repair wasn’t going to cost a small fortune to repair.

“Alright, my insurance company will contact you, don’t hold me up,” the woman waved her hand impatiently, not even giving Victoria a chance to speak.

Victoria frowned, and tried to maintain a polite tone, “Ma’am, about the car in front…”

Before she could finish her sentence, the woman interrupted, “I’ve already mentioned I have urgent matters to attend to. Do you realize where you are? I don’t have the time to waste here, and I’ll compensate for the damage to the car in front. You should just leave, and free up that parking space for me.”

The car in front of her had suffered significant damage, especially to the taillight, likely costing hundreds of thousands to repair. Since someone was willing to take full responsibility, Victoria saw no point in dwelling on it.This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

After Victoria drove away, the woman realized with a jolt that the damaged car was a high-end Bentley!

Her expression instantly stiffened, and she hurriedly found an empty parking space before heading into the stadium. She had no intention of informing the owner of the Bentley about the accident.

Nick came out accompanied by Kenway and Declan.

Declan took a few steps faster and tried to bring the car but halted in his tracks as he noticed the damage. The tail lights were smashed and the license plate was slightly bent.

Carter Kingsley’s face darkened with concern, and he quickly summoned a security guard, “Who’s responsible for this? Retrieve the surveillance footage immediately.”

The security guards were taken aback by the seriousness of the situation and promptly rushed to check the surveillance.

After securing the situation, Carter Kingsley turned to Nick with an apologetic tone, “Mr. Andrews, should I arrange for someone to drive you back?”

“Give the surveillance recording to the police.” Nick responded calmly, but the underlying intensity made the person in charge even more nervous. The matter was going to be carried out to the end.

Carter Kingsley nodded and reassured Nick, “Mr. Andrews, don’t worry, we will definitely give you an explanation on this matter.”

Nick didn’t utter a word but got in the car which was hit. Declan was aware of Nick’s resistance to riding in another person’s car, he gripped the steering wheel and drove off.

He explained to Nick, “There is a hotel nearby. I’ll take you there first, and then we’ll let the insurance company handle the rest.”

Nick acknowledged the plan with a simple “Uh-huh.”

Nick had been out of the country for three years and although he had multiple properties under his name, they felt like nothing but hotels to him. The villa, Serene Haven Estates, had not been renovated yet, so he was temporarily staying at the Intercontinental Hotel, which was part of his business group.

As they drove away from the golf course and waited at a red light, Declan remembered Gabriel’s message from earlier. “Mr. Berkes gave me a couple of designs and a contact number at noon, suggesting an interior designer. Would you like to take a look?”

Nick had been dissatisfied with numerous design firms asking for his projects since his return.

What style Gabriel’s recommendation would be?

He was inexplicably a little disgusted and raised his hand to rub his brow as he inquired, “Where are the designs?”

“In the folder to your left,” Declan answered.

Nick nodded as he leaned back in his seat, and didn’t open it right away.

Meanwhile, Victoria returned to her apartment. She got out of the shower, and bearing the pain she reapplied the medicine when she heard the doorbell rang.

It was already 8:00 p. m., and she wondered who could be visiting at this hour.

She hastily threw on a shirt and opened the door, only to be greeted by two police officers brandishing their badges.

“Hello, Miss Blackwell. You’ve been involved in a hit-and-run. Please come with us.”