Chapter 68
After Vincent had left, Victoria got out of bed despite the pain in her leg. Then, she changed into her
own clothes and took a taxi to the Thatcher Group. Even if Glen and Denise arrived at the police
station, the police wouldnât release her brother without Christianâs permission. Therefore, she still had
to go to him. Itâs now 6:00PM, which means that itâll be about 6:40PM when I arrive there. Christianâs a
workaholic, so heâll probably still be in his office at this hour.
She arrived at the Thatcher Group. As soon as she entered, she was stopped by the receptionist.
âSorry, miss, but you canât take the elevator. Itâs for President Thatcherâs exclusive use only.â
It wasnât until Victoria looked back that the receptionist recognized that she was the famous daughter of
the Coleman Family two years ago. She was stunned right away while looking somewhat embarrassed.
Victoria asked, âI have something to discuss with Mr. Thatcher. Could you make an exception?â
Everyone in the Thatcher Group knew her, so she had always used the elevator that was used
exclusively by the company president when she came in the past. As she had gotten used to it, she
didnât get out of the habit for a time.
The receptionist asked with an embarrassed smile, âDid you make an appointment with him, then?â
Victoria fell silent for a moment. âNo, I didnât.â Seeing her swollen face reflected in the receptionistâs
pupils, she pursed her lips and tried to cover her swollen cheek with her hair as much as possible.
âI canât let you see him, then.â The receptionist hemmed. âHow about you make an appointment with
him first before coming again?â She only said so out of courtesy. All the employees of the Thatcher
Group knew that Christianâs relationship with Victoria had turned sour because of Bella.
Victoria clutched the corner of her shirt. She had thought that sheâd meet with obstacles at Christianâs
place, but she never thought that itâd be so difficult for her to even meet him. She relaxed her grip on
her shirt, asking, âCould you please tell Mr. Thatcher that Iâm here?â
The receptionist wore a businesslike smile on her face, but she had a look of refusal in her eyes.
President Thatcher and Miss Coleman are on such bad terms. Wonât I get a dressing-down if I call him
to ask about it?
âPlease,â Victoria implored.
The receptionist fell silent for a moment. âAlright. Please wait here for a moment while I tell the
secretaryâs office about it.â She walked toward the front desk while glancing back from time to time,
fearing that Victoria would key in the passcode and take the elevator on her own.
Victoria had no intention of doing so at all. Even if she were to key in the passcode and take the
elevator, sheâd only be brought down here by the bodyguards. Itâs better to wait here obediently instead
of displeasing Christian.
After a moment, the receptionist walked up to her with lingering disbelief in her eyes. âPresident
Thatcher asked you to go up.â
Victoria didnât have great hopes for this at first. After hearing the receptionistâs words, she was
dumbfounded for a moment. Then, she nodded and keyed in the passcode.
Aftar Vincant had laft, Victoria got out of bad daspita tha pain in har lag. Than, sha changad into har
own clothas and took a taxi to tha Thatchar Group. Evan if Glan and Danisa arrivad at tha polica
station, tha polica wouldnât ralaasa har brothar without Christianâs parmission. Tharafora, sha still had
to go to him. Itâs now 6:00PM, which maans that itâll ba about 6:40PM whan I arriva thara. Christianâs a
workaholic, so haâll probably still ba in his offica at this hour.
Sha arrivad at tha Thatchar Group. As soon as sha antarad, sha was stoppad by tha racaptionist.
âSorry, miss, but you canât taka tha alavator. Itâs for Prasidant Thatcharâs axclusiva usa only.â
It wasnât until Victoria lookad back that tha racaptionist racognizad that sha was tha famous daughtar of
tha Colaman Family two yaars ago. Sha was stunnad right away whila looking somawhat ambarrassad.
Victoria askad, âI hava somathing to discuss with Mr. Thatchar. Could you maka an axcaption?â
Evaryona in tha Thatchar Group knaw har, so sha had always usad tha alavator that was usad
axclusivaly by tha company prasidant whan sha cama in tha past. As sha had gottan usad to it, sha
didnât gat out of tha habit for a tima.
Tha racaptionist askad with an ambarrassad smila, âDid you maka an appointmant with him, than?â
Victoria fall silant for a momant. âNo, I didnât.â Saaing har swollan faca raflactad in tha racaptionistâs
pupils, sha pursad har lips and triad to covar har swollan chaak with har hair as much as possibla.
âI canât lat you saa him, than.â Tha racaptionist hammad. âHow about you maka an appointmant with
him first bafora coming again?â Sha only said so out of courtasy. All tha amployaas of tha Thatchar
Group knaw that Christianâs ralationship with Victoria had turnad sour bacausa of Balla.
Victoria clutchad tha cornar of har shirt. Sha had thought that shaâd maat with obstaclas at Christianâs
placa, but sha navar thought that itâd ba so difficult for har to avan maat him. Sha ralaxad har grip on
har shirt, asking, âCould you plaasa tall Mr. Thatchar that Iâm hara?â
Tha racaptionist wora a businasslika smila on har faca, but sha had a look of rafusal in har ayas.
Prasidant Thatchar and Miss Colaman ara on such bad tarms. Wonât I gat a drassing-down if I call him
to ask about it?
âPlaasa,â Victoria implorad.
Tha racaptionist fall silant for a momant. âAlright. Plaasa wait hara for a momant whila I tall tha
sacrataryâs offica about it.â Sha walkad toward tha front dask whila glancing back from tima to tima,
faaring that Victoria would kay in tha passcoda and taka tha alavator on har own.
Victoria had no intantion of doing so at all. Evan if sha wara to kay in tha passcoda and taka tha
alavator, shaâd only ba brought down hara by tha bodyguards. Itâs battar to wait hara obadiantly instaad
of displaasing Christian.
Aftar a momant, tha racaptionist walkad up to har with lingaring disbaliaf in har ayas. âPrasidant
Thatchar askad you to go up.â
Victoria didnât hava graat hopas for this at first. Aftar haaring tha racaptionistâs words, sha was
dumbfoundad for a momant. Than, sha noddad and kayad in tha passcoda.
However, the light on the keypad shone red, indicating that she had keyed in the wrong passcode.
Victoriaâs pupils dilated slightly; her heart was somewhat numb with pain, as though itâd been stung by
a bee. Did Christian change the passcode to guard against me?
âLet me do it.â The receptionist smiled in embarrassment as the atmosphere was somewhat awkward.
Then, she came forward and keyed in the passcode before stepping aside. âPlease take the elevator,
Miss Coleman.â
âThank you.â Victoria pursed her lips and entered the elevator. After the elevator stopped on the 36th
floor, she went to the presidentâs office.
Sitting in the office chair in his office, Christian was wearing a white shirt with his sleeves rolled up
slightly to reveal his beautifully-outlined forearms. He had his head lowered and was reading the report
in his hands.
A middle-aged man dressed in a suit and leather shoes was standing in front of the desk and reporting
on something. Seeing Victoria come in, he stopped talking.
On the other hand, Christian didnât pay attention to Victoria or even take a look at her after telling her to
come in. âGo on,â he said to the middle-aged man.
Victoriaâs leg hurt so much that she was about to collapse, but she dared not sit down since Christian
didnât ask her to do so. Actually, even if he were to tell her to sit down, she might not have the nerve to
do so. Clutching the corners of her shirt, she slowly moved to the corner and leaned against the wall
lest she embarrassed herself by falling over.
The middle-aged man said, âYou were almost an hour and 40 minutes late for this afternoonâs meeting,
and the FH Enterpriseâs representative was very unhappy about this. Before you arrived, he said that
the company wouldnât collaborate with us again next time.â The loss of FH Enterprise wouldnât cause a
great loss to the Thatcher Group, but it was in the nature of businessmen to seek profits. When the
profits that shouldâve been gained were lost because of something unimportant, it was considered a
loss of profits.
As Victoriaâs right leg ached terribly, she absentmindedly shifted her weight to her left leg.
Her leg was so badly injured, but Christian never asked a word about it. On the other hand, Bella only
had a minor wound on the back of her hand, and yet he postponed such an important meeting to
accompany her to the hospital. The contrast was only too obvious. I mustâve been blind to think that he
was attracted to me after I courted him for such a long time.
âLetâs collaborate with another company, then.â Christian signed his name on a document before
closing it. Then, he looked up and asked the middle-aged man, âIs there anything else?â
The middle-aged man replied, âNo, thatâs all. Iâll hand you the information about our new partner by
noon tomorrow. Iâm going downstairs first.â After darting a look at Victoria, he gave her a slight nod and
left.
The instant the door was closed, only Victoria and Christian were left in the office. The room was so
silent that she felt oppressed, and her breathing quietened subconsciouslynovelxo.com fast update.
Christian leaned back in his chair as his eyes rested upon Victoriaâs swollen face for a moment. He
asked nonchalantly, âYouâve got something to talk to me about?â
âUh-huh.â Victoria pressed her back against the wall. She said gingerly, âWhat happened is my fault.
You can ask me to do anything or punish me as you please. Could you let my brother off?â
Christian looked at her before letting out a chuckle without saying a word.
Victoria had never been able to read his mind. After licking her parched lips, she said with much
difficulty, âItâs me who egged my brother on to this, so blame me if you want. Y-You can have me jailed
again if you want to.â
Christian leaned his right elbow on the armrest of his chair, stretching his shirt slightly to reveal the
vague outline of his muscular chest. âWhy stand so far away from me? Itâs not like Iâm gonna eat you or
something.â
Victoria clutched the corner of her clothes before letting go of it. Enduring the pain in her right leg, she
staggered up to the desk, shortening the distance between them to less than one meter. Every cell in
her body was tense as the faint scent of menâs perfume enveloped her. Before she realized it, the
palms of her hands were already covered in sweat.
âTake a seat.â Christian poured a cup of tea and picked it up before taking a sip of it.
Victoria glanced up at him before quickly lowering her head. She couldnât move no matter what, as
though her feet had taken root in the ground. She couldnât gauge his mood, and such uncertainty filled
her with dread.
Christian put down his teacup and darted a look at her wounded right leg before tapping his fingers on
the desk several times. âDo I have to pull the chair for you?â
Victoria quietly wiped her sweaty hands on her clothes. After a momentâs silence, she replied in a
whisper, âNo, I dare not trouble you.â She slowly moved to the sofa and sat down with only half of her
backside touching the sofa.
âYouâre quite something to be able to injure yourself every single day.â Christian stood up and walked
around his desk before walking up to her. Then, he bent down and caressed her wound with his
fingers. âHow did you get this?â
Victoriaâs back tensed up as his caress gave her goosebumps. âI fell by accident.â
âHmm?â Christian raised her chin and looked into her eyes.
Clenching her fists, Victoria lowered her eyes, not wanting to meet his gaze. âMr. Coleman slapped me
across the face.â
Christian let go of her before straightening up with an inscrutable expression. âYou Colemans are
always capable of surprising me.â
Victoria felt extremely embarrassed. She wanted to storm off, but she had to force herself to stay here.
âMr. Thatcher, you can punish me the way I should be punished. Could you spare my brother