Chapter 375
“Ms. Turner, where are we headed now?”
“To Midhill Manor on Winding Peak Lane. I’m here to take back my house.”
As soon as Violet arrived at Winding Peak Lane, she saw the gates of the manor left wide open.
The staff inside, spotting her, scrambled over in a fluster.
Victoria had worked here for a year, and the senior housekeeper remembered her well—it had only been a few months since her last visit.
“Victoria, haven’t you had enough of these little stunts? You keep coming back and making a scene. What’s your angle this time? Do you ever consider McNeil’s reputation?”
At the press conference earlier, Violet had been seething with anger at Victoria, but back at her own company, her mood quickly balanced out.
After all, it was just one moment in the spotlight. At best, Victoria was the Vice President of Quantum Core Technologies. What real waves could she make?
In the end, she was still just a high-level employee working for The Langford Group and Quantum Core Technologies. No matter how well this game sold, it was the companies raking in the profits-Victoria would only see a tiny cut.
Violet, on the other hand, was McNeil’s favorite, now the owner of a billion-dollar company. She hardly needed to waste her energy on petty things like this.
But her generosity only seemed to make Victoria push further. Finding her back here, causing a scene yet again, Violet could only sigh in exasperation.
She softened her tone and spoke slowly.
“Victoria, we’re all adults here. We should act like it. You were impressive at the press conference today-independent, capable. I’ve known you a long time, and I’m truly glad to see how much you’ve grown. A successful woman should keep building on her strengths.
But let’s not forget: you’re still Mrs. Langford. You brought two people with you today, pretending to represent The Langford Group-doesn’t that show you accept your own identity?
But let me give you some advice. Carry yourself with dignity. Your behavior isn’t what’s expected of a woman in your position. It’s because you haven’t lived up to the name that McNeil refuses to acknowledge you publicly.
Even if you tried to steal my spotlight at the press conference, what’s the point? McNeil will never truly see you.”
Victoria listened quietly, patience unwavering, standing at the center of the room. No matter what Violet said, her expression never changed.
Just then, two women in official uniforms walked up behind them.
“Excuse me, are you Miss Violet? We have a court order for you. Please take a look.”
With that, the officers had someone wheel over a towering stack of documents-a full inventory of the property from the courthouse-right in front of Victoria.
Violet’s confident, dazzling face went pale in an instant as she scanned the paperwork.
“What is this supposed to mean?”
Victoria glanced calmly at Yasmine, who immediately stepped forward.
“It means, Ms. Marchand, that this house you’re living in is joint marital property, belonging to both Mrs. Langford and Mr. Langford. Mr. Langford had no right to give it to you.
Mrs. Langford has gathered all the evidence. We’re here to reclaim the house.
And everything inside it every piece of furniture, every item of clothing, right down to the shirt and underwear you’re wearing. If it was purchased with Mr. Langford’s money, you’ll need to return it to Ms. Turner.
Also, please review the ten-kilo stack of inventory behind us. We expect you to locate every item listed and set them aside for us to collect.”