President’s Secret Obsession With Ex-wife

Linda got even more nervous.

She’d seen Nick once a long time ago, a slender figure standing into the crowd, talking to the person next to him, a well-tailored suit that revealed an almost demonic, yet unattainable, aura everywhere.

At this moment she finally stood in front of him, shaking with nervousness.

Crush for years, longer than three years.

Then he somehow became her brother-in-law, but it didn’t matter, he and Victoria would get divorced sooner or later.

Nick looked at her and quickly withdrew his gaze.

“For what?”

Linda’s cheeks were red as if they could drip blood and her hands were nowhere to be found.

“Just heard you were here and I…”

Nick’s face went cold, “You followed me?”

The adoration in her eyes was so obvious it was hard to ignore.

Nick’s brow furrowed in an impatient stride.

“I’ve had a message sent to your father, so don’t do anything extra.”

Apparently, he really thought Linda was Victoria.

Linda stood still, her face a little pale, but immediately afterward, a hint of ecstasy was revealed.

He didn’t seem to like Victoria at all, and if he did, he wouldn’t be treating her family the way he did.

So even when he slept with Victoria, he didn’t take her seriously.

Linda dropped her eyes, her breathing beginning to unsteady, her heart aching with jealousy.

But it was okay, she still had a chance.

Nick was already sitting in the car and Aidan followed, shaking his head slowly.

“She wouldn’t be the wife you haven’t seen in three years, would she?”

No wonder they all thought that way, it was just too much of a coincidence that Linda showed up and the words didn’t make clear.

Nick’s brow tightened, and he snorted coldly at the thought of his grandfather’s words about being generous and cool and proud.

He didn’t know what kind of compulsion that woman put on grandpa. A good-for-nothing could still be praised like this?

Aidan raised an eyebrow slightly, honestly, “It’s still worse than Claire, no wonder you won’t have a little something with her.”

The infatuation in that woman’s eyes was too obvious, being left out in the cold for three years and still maintaining such passion.

Was she pretending, or was she just brainless? Either way the means were not very clever.

Nick’s eyes got colder.

Hospitals.

Daniel hadn’t come out of the resuscitation room when Victoria arrived.

Doctors came and went in the corridors without stopping for a moment.

Cynthia wasn’t there, Gavin wasn’t there, Linda wasn’t there.

Victoria sat quietly on the porch, listening only to the sound of the alarm clock ticking on the wall.

She didn’t know how long it was, so long that her legs froze before she was tapped.

“You’re the patient’s family, right?”

Victoria then snapped back to her senses, seeing that the sun was already high in the sky outside, and a rumble came from her stomach.

She stood up in a hurry, “I am.”

Upon entering the hospital room, she saw Daniel, who had woken up.

Victoria felt a little guilty that she had fallen asleep sitting on the porch.

“Dad.”

She cried out and hurriedly sat down on the edge of the hospital bed.

Daniel still had fluids in the back of his hand and looked sleepy.

“Where’s Cynthia?”

Victoria shook her head, she had no idea where the three had gone.

Daniel coughed twice, just as his secretary arrived with company papers.

“Mr. Blackwell, here is the information you requested.”

Daniel’s secretary, who was in his forties, was the one who had followed him from the very beginning, and was called Johnson Scott.

Victoria, seeing that Daniel was already like this and still busy with his work, couldn’t help but advise.

“Dad, when you get better….”

Before the words were finished, Daniel interrupted.

“I wouldn’t have to work so hard if you’d fight a little harder, Nick’s assistant came to tell me to tell my daughter to mind her words.”

There was a pause in his tone, inevitably with a hint of tentativeness.

“Tori, is it possible that you’ve gotten too close to a male coworker before and made Nick misunderstand?”