Chapter 111: Chapter 111

Saying you’re meeting a friend, it’s just to put your brother at ease.

But in reality, the person you’re meeting is no longer considered a friend.

The warm morning sunlight streamed through the glass window, casting on Victoria Sinclair’s pretty face. She had been waiting for half an hour, and the hot coffee in front of her was getting cold.

After who knows how long, Sarah Lowell appeared.

Victoria Sinclair glanced at her phone to check the time—she was a full hour late.

Sarah Lowell was dressed in designer clothes and placed her Chanel bag on the chair next to her. "Sorry, got stuck in traffic."

After sitting down, Sarah called to the waiter, "Get me an Americano, no sugar."

Victoria knew her bad habit of having no sense of time and her habit of lying, so she didn’t expose her but reminded her, "Here, you pay first before ordering."

Sarah made an ’oh’ sound, took out her phone, scanned the QR code, and asked while ordering, "What do you want with me?"

Victoria was direct, "Why are you getting close to my brother, what exactly is your aim?"

Sarah sneered, finished her order, put down her phone, crossed her arms, leaned back in her chair, and looked at Victoria with a flippant and disdainful gaze, "I heard from your brother you got back just last night. What, sold the company, traveled for half a year, and now you’re back wanting to interfere with our relationship?"

"Relationship?" Victoria found it laughable. "With your tricks, you might fool my brother, but you can’t fool me, Sarah. Be honest, what exactly is your aim?"

"I’m all about looks, your brother caught my eye." Sarah said with a playful smile, each word light and teasing.

"You do care about looks, but I also know you’re greedy and driven by profit," Victoria said each word seriously. "With my brother’s qualities, it’s only his looks that catch your eye, but there are plenty of good-looking men in the world. Don’t give me that love-at-first-sight nonsense, or the longer you spend with someone the more you love them—I’m not going to believe a word of it."

Just then, the waiter brought the coffee.

"Thank you." Sarah accepted the coffee, took a leisurely sip.

She appeared composed, casually flicking her hair back to reveal the Patek Philippe watch on her wrist, which drew extra attention.

"Aren’t you always the clever one, Victoria Sinclair? Why don’t you guess why I’m getting close to your brother?" Sarah smiled smugly, her eyes provoking, seemingly saying: I won’t tell you, I’ll keep you uneasy.

Victoria Sinclair’s hand tightened slightly, her cold gaze fixed on Sarah.

After a moment, she said, "Working in an ordinary company with a low salary, yet wearing luxury brands all over, flaunting a lavish life on social media, your side job must be being someone else’s lapdog?"

Sarah’s face turned pale with anger, slapping the table with a sharp increase in volume, "Victoria Sinclair, watch your mouth."

Victoria didn’t show an ounce of leniency, "Only dogs are so obedient. Tell them to sit, and they sit. Tell them to stay, and they stay. Vivian Miller orders you to seduce my brother, and you seduce my brother—you have less dignity than a dog."

Sarah’s face turned ashen, her eyes flashing with anxiety, a panic that came from having her intentions guessed.

Seeing her expression, Victoria knew she’d guessed right.

Victoria Sinclair found it increasingly horrifying upon thinking deeply about it, her chest felt blocked with a hefty weight, and she couldn’t help but sigh in frustration, "What tricks is Vivian Miller trying to pull? Is she using a divide-and-conquer tactic, aiming to ruin my family relations, or is it an infiltration plan? Is she planning to plant you beside me to monitor Eugene together with me? After I come back, is your next step to move into my house and cohabit with my brother?"

Sarah squeezed out a stiff smile, a mix of guilt and a trace of panic.

She took a sip of coffee to mask her current unease.

"Did I guess right?" Victoria Sinclair asked.

Sarah gave a cold laugh, setting down her cup, and remarked with some sentiment, "As expected of Victoria Sinclair, ice-cold intelligent, logically meticulous. If Vivian Miller wanted to snatch a man from you, she definitely couldn’t beat you. But you’ve truly overthought it. I am indeed captivated by your brother’s looks and, after spending some time with him, I’ve really fallen for him."

Victoria Sinclair’s eyes turned darker.

"I know you don’t like me, but considering the few years of friendship we had and my genuine love for your brother, I hope you could support me and your brother."

As Sarah spoke, she pulled out her phone, typed a few words in the message box, and showed it to Victoria.

[Someone as smart as you must be recording.]

Victoria’s face darkened further, feeling like her neck was being tightly gripped, giving her a sense of helplessness.

However, their plan was laid bare.

"No matter what you say, I won’t leave Timothy Sinclair, I love him, I love him deeply." Sarah said this while standing, grabbing her bag, a cold smile on her lips, her eyes challenging, "That’s all I have to say. I have other things to do, I’ll head out."

Leaving those words, Sarah flipped her long hair smugly and turned to leave.

Victoria turned her head to look out the window, her chest felt congested and uncomfortable, her mind in turmoil.

Even her sister-in-law, that kind of woman, was able to make her brother fully devoted, let alone Sarah Lowell, who has both looks and talent—she really had no means to stop her.

At this moment, a waiter was sticking a set of stickers on the glass window.

The festive character for fortune and the cute and exquisite couplets.

The atmosphere of the Spring Festival was getting thicker.

She sighed lightly, picked up her bag, and got up to leave.

When entering the subway station, Victoria saw many passersby carrying large bundles of flowers as they exited, which were very beautiful.

On a whim, she took the subway to the city’s flower street.

On Flower Street, colorful blooms were in full display, with a rich fragrance and a bustling crowd, saturated with a strong sense of celebration and festivity.

Victoria walked and looked around, soaking in the rich, lively atmosphere.

She paused her steps at a stall selling New Year’s decorative items, attracted by a cute hair clip.

The hair clip was red, with a small red snake on it, very exquisite.

Since it was the Year of the Snake, Victoria wanted to fit the occasion and asked, "Boss, how much is it?"

"20 yuan," the dealer responded.

Too expensive. Victoria didn’t haggle, promptly putting down the small clip.

At this moment, a hand suddenly stretched out beside her, scanning a QR code with a phone without a word, paying the twenty yuan.

As the person was too close, Victoria turned her head to look up.

When she saw the familiar handsome face of the man, she was stunned in surprise.

"Paid for." Eugene Vaughn picked up the little clip.

The vendor, "Thank you."

Eugene turned to Victoria and gently clipped the clip to the side of her hair.

Victoria touched the hair clip on her head, "Thank you."

Eugene looked at her with a smile, her appearance with the red clip, "It looks very nice."

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"In such a big world, with so many people, there aren’t that many coincidences or destined encounters," Eugene calmly replied.

Hearing this, Victoria’s face changed abruptly, annoyed, "You were secretly following me?"