At Gardengate.
âIâm sorry, Ms. Olson, but Mr. Quinn hasnât returned yet. I canât let you in.â
Greg Muller, the butler, had a respectful yet firm attitude, leaving no room for negotiation.
Gardengate was Wilsonâs private residence. Apart from Yvette, no one else had ever entered.
Without Wilsonâs permission, Greg wasnât allowed to let outsiders in.
âWhat do you mean by that?â
Standing behind Victoria, Lionelâs face darkened, and his tone grew hostile. âAre you really going to make Ms. Olson keep standing outside the door?â
âIâm sorry, but thatâs the only option for now,â Greg replied, still polite but resolute.
Lionel became even more displeased. How dare this lowly butler treat Victoria with such disrespect!
âHow dare you make Ms. Olson wait outside! Who gave you the audacity-â
Before he could finish, Victoria gently tugged on his sleeve. âItâs alright, Lionel. Iâll wait here for Wilson to return.â
âBut Ms. Olson, this is too much!â Lionel looked at her with clear concern. âYour health is already frail. How can you stand out here and wait?â
âItâs really fine. Iâm not as weak as you think,â Victoria smiled softly at him. âDonât make things difficult for the butler.â
Greg couldnât help but gain a bit more respect for Victoria. âMs. Olson, itâs not that Iâm intentionally being difficult, but Mr. Quinn has set this rule.â
âI understand.â Victoria nodded politely. âIâm not upset.â
Gregâs opinion of her improved even more, but his dislike for Lionel only deepened.
âThank you for your understanding, Ms. Olson.â
Just then, a black Maybach pulled up in front of the villa. Victoria recognized it as Wilsonâs car, and her eyes lit up. She immediately walked over quickly.
âWilson, youâre back!â
Seeing Victoria there, Wilson frowned slightly but spoke coldly as usual, âYes, what do you need?â
Victoria was long used to his indifferent attitude, so she replied gently, âWilson, have something to ask you.â
âAlright, go ahead.â He remained aloof, making it clear he had no intention of inviting Victoria inside to sit.
Unable to hold back, Lionel spoke up, âMr. Quinn, Ms. Olson has been waiting at the door for a long time, but the butler refused to let her in. Her health is already fragile-â
âIf her health is fragile, she shouldnât stay here any longer.â
Wilsonâs impossibly handsome face remained emotionless, and his voice was still detached.
However, it sent a chill down everyoneâs spine.
âFinish what you have to say and go rest.â
Chapt 436 âMr. Quinnâ¦â Lionel was stunned by this response, not expecting such a cold reply from Wilson. He froze on the spot.
Victoria bit her lip lightly. Everyone said Wilson treated her differently, but she couldnât even step into his private residence.
âHmm? It seems you have an issue with my decision.â
Wilson cast a cold glance at Lionel, who felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. The sheer pressure from Wilsonâs presence made his legs shake uncontrollably.
âI wouldnât dare.â
Lionelâs face turned pale as he bowed his head, his posture completely submissive.
âWilson!â Victoria spoke up at just the right moment. âI came to ask if you could help the Robertsons. Their financial chain has broken, and if they donât get any investment, theyâll go bankrupt. So, I wanted to ask if you could invest in them.â
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