Chapter 308 Victoria, Be Careful with Your Words
The Kennedy Group.
"Mr. Kennedy, Ms. Kennedy is here," the secretary announced, having just gotten a call from the front desk. She rushed in to report.
Victoria's status had changed. She was now the wife of the business mogul Alexander and a member of the prestigious Howard family.
"Who did you say is here?" Simon asked, thinking he misheard.
Three minutes later, Victoria was escorted in with respect.
The Kennedy Group employees had seen Victoria before, but every time they did, they were always in awe.
As soon as Victoria stepped into the office, she saw Simon at his desk and greeted him like an old friend. "Long time no see, Mr. Kennedy. How's it going?"
Without waiting for a response, she strolled over to the sofa and sat down, acting like she owned the place.
Her arrogance and haughtiness annoyed Simon, but he couldn't show it. In the past, he would've definitely started cursing.
"What are you here for?" Simon asked cautiously.
Victoria's personal visit always meant trouble. This was a lesson learned from past experiences.
Victoria's deep eyes narrowed slightly as she scrutinized him and asked, "Am I really your daughter?"
Simon kept a straight face and asked, "What exactly are you trying to say?"
Victoria smiled, sending chills down Simon's spine.
"Oh, nothing much, just thought I'd drop by for a chat." She leaned back on the sofa, adopting her usual commanding posture, her long arms casually resting on her knees. As she spun the ring on her left ring finger with her right hand, she added, "And I've got some gossip to share."
Simon used to think he knew her well and believed she wasn't capable of much. But in the end, he was proven wrong. He had never truly understood her.
His face, now over fifty, slightly furrowed, and his murky eyes were filled with confusion.
Seeing his confusion, Victoria spoke plainly, "How about I tell you a story first?"
Without waiting for his consent, she continued on her own.
"Once upon a time, there was a family. Everyone knew that the family had only two daughters. At home, one daughter was showered with all the love, while the other was subjected to all kinds of disdain. Little did they know, years later, a son suddenly appeared in this family to inherit the estate, surprising everyone," Victoria recounted in a detached manner, devoid of any emotion or sentiment.
But it was enough to make Simon's face turn pale and his heart race. Her purpose was never to tell a story.
A loud bang echoed in the office.
Simon, with a heavy and slightly angry expression, had just made that loud noise. He slammed his desk and pointed at her. "What nonsense are you spouting?!"
Upon hearing this, Victoria slightly tilted her head and gently brushed her hair behind her ear, maintaining a calm demeanor. In contrast, the secretary who was about to bring in tea stopped in her tracks upon hearing the angry shout, immediately turned around and left.
The secretary thought, 'My life is more important. I'd better run!'
Victoria lazily lifted her eyes to look at Simon and calmly asked, "Mr. Kennedy, I didn't name anyone in my story. Why are you so angry?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Simon was stunned. His anger only meant he had a guilty conscience. And his outburst just now had essentially confirmed her suspicions. So, she was just testing him?
Simon looked at Victoria's familiar yet unfamiliar face, a face flashing through his mind. They really did look alike. And one of the reasons he had hated her all these years was actually more because he feared that face. He could only use this way to convince and cover up himself.
He stammered for a long time but couldn't say anything.
Victoria looked at him, her cold, striking face adorned with a mocking smile. "You really are good at playing dumb. Guess my little story wasn't a waste of time."
"What are you talking about?" Simon kept up the act.
Victoria replied, "Exactly what I said. You've climbed this high, surely you understand. You did just a moment ago, didn't you?"
She then curved a mischievous smile.
"Victoria, watch your words!" Simon said, his face tense.
She smirked dismissively and said, "Relax, this mess isn't my fault. It's..." She paused briefly, then added slowly, "yours, Mr. Kennedy. Have you forgotten?"
Simon only half-understood her words. Although he had some answers in his mind, he was sure she couldn't possibly know about that matter.
Seeing that he didn't want to speak, Victoria continued, "Mr. Kennedy, I came with evidence."
She then took out the file she had been carrying and tossed it onto the coffee table in front of her. She tilted her head slightly and gestured with her chin; she had no intention of bringing it over to him.
Simon's murky eyes narrowed as he stared at her for a few seconds before getting up and walking over.
A minute later, Simon roared, "Where did you get this file?"
His face, now over fifty, showed the visible marks of time along with a mix of anger, shock, surprise, and disbelief, as diverse as the emojis on Victoria's Facebook.
Victoria remained calm and kindly answered, "This file? Of course, I had it authenticated."
"Oh, and by the most authoritative hospital, so there's no need to doubt its authenticity," she added.
Simon took a deep breath. "I mean, how did you find out?"
Victoria feigned a look of sudden realization. "You should have said so earlier." She then glanced at the file he was clutching tightly and answered, "Oh, this? It was collected by Ethan, one of your beloved eldest daughter's suitors who even went to jail for her. And, well, it ended up with me."
She raised her eyebrows as if to say, "Surprised? Didn't expect that, did you?"
Almost as soon as she finished speaking, Simon remembered who Ethan was. But wasn't Ethan dead? Could it be that Ethan had discovered these things before he died? Why was he investigating? Or who instructed him?
He suddenly looked up at Victoria. Before he could speak, Victoria cut in, as if reading his mind, "Don't look at me. I didn't tell him to do it. We're not close. In fact, we have a grudge. Did you forget?"
As for why Ethan was investigating Simon, Victoria truly didn't know and wasn't interested in finding out.
Simon's face looked terrible. He never expected such a hidden matter to be discovered, especially by Victoria.
"What exactly do you want?" Simon asked again.
Victoria lazily lowered her eyelids, a slight smile playing on her lips, carrying a meaning that Simon couldn't decipher. "Relax, I have no interest in your little bit of wealth or the mess between your two families! I just need you to tell me one thing. Was the person you sent to the crematorium my mother?"
As she spoke, she observed Simon without showing any emotion, not missing the moment his pupils contracted.
So, there was definitely something fishy here.
Simon didn't foresee that each situation would be more crushing than the last, all completely unexpected and things he thought he had concealed without a trace.
Why was Victoria suddenly asking this question?
Could she have discovered something else? But nobody knew about Esme back then. It was impossible she found out anything; if she did, she wouldn't be asking.
'She's trying to bait me into talking! I can't let anything slip about Esme!' Simon thought.
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