Archie sat back, ready for a show.
The white sedan finally started up. Ten seconds later, it carefully maneuvered its way around
Veronica.
All four tires looked like they were working overtime just to avoid kicking up even a single speck of dust on her.
Archie’s smug grin froze on his face. What the hell was that idiot Bruce doing?
The blocked celebrity van was finally freed from the roadblock. It picked up Veronica and drove out of the narrow alley.
As they passed Archie’s vehicle, the van gave a single honk. Whether it was intentional or not, it was loud, sharp, and unmistakably provocative. Then, it sped off.
At that moment, Archie felt like someone had grabbed his face and rubbed it into the pavement. He exclaimed, “This is unbelievable!”
Theodore, unsurprised, let out a mocking chuckle. “All that scheming, only for it to be a total
waste of time.”
If Archie hadn’t insisted on staying behind to watch his master plan unfold, they would have
already been at the venue.
Eleanor had only tagged along to humor him, not to witness this unfolding garbage.
Theodore had known that Archie wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, but hadn’t anticipated
him to be this dumb.
Expressionless, he turned to look at the van disappearing in the distance.
One of the windows was cracked open, and through it, he could vaguely make out Jocelyn still wearing a white down jacket. It was just like he had expected. He thought it was perfect.
Archie caught Theodore’s mocking look and completely lost it. “Theodore, shut the hell up with your useless bullshit! Besides designing your bargain–bin rags, what the hell can you actually do for El?”
“Sit back and enjoy the show,” Theodore said. He crossed his legs and barely looked up. “Hey, we can go now. If El ends up also late, today’s stupidity won’t be the only thing you’ll be
remembered for.”
Archie opened his mouth to curse again.
“Alright, enough. Stop fighting,” Eleanor said, feigning distress. “I know you’re both just looking out for me. Archie, since they’ve already left, let’s just go.”
Chapter 93
She thought that Archie was such a loser. Last time, he failed at humiliating Jocelyn with that little stunt, and now he couldn’t even pull off something as simple as blocking a car. It was fortunate that she never actually agreed to be with him.
Archie, grumbling under his breath, finally started the car.
The atmosphere in the other celebrity van was the complete opposite.
“Veronica, you’re incredible! You actually got that unreasonable jerk to move his car so fast.” Jocelyn was in awe.
Harry chimed in, “Ms. Dolton, your approach is always bold and unconventional, yet you hit the mark every time. It’s awe–inspiring.”
However, Veronica was just as puzzled as she hadn’t done anything. She had barely even gotten into position when the car took off like its life depended on it.
It was so fast that it really did look like they had been scared off.
No matter how she tried to explain it, everyone just assumed that she was being humble. Meanwhile, Bruce, who was now fleeing in that white sedan, was flooring the gas.
The moment he saw Veronica’s face, all he could think about was how badly he’d gotten beaten up afterward!
Worse still, the gang that had trashed him and Frank had made it a recurring habit. They would get unexpected visits at random times and places, just to rough them up.
They didn’t dare cross Veronica again, thinking that the woman was like death itself. And now that she had shown up in front of his car, staying would just be begging to die on the spot.
Bruce was still shaking. Fortunately, he ran when he did.
Archie later called and tore into him so hard that it felt like verbal bloodshed. “You useless piece of shit! You can’t even handle this? Screw it up one more time, and you’re done!”
