Chapter 86 I Am Surprised
Lucas stared at the side profile of a man in the photo on his phone, eyes wide in shock. He instantly recognized him as Alexander, who had been seen with Victoria before.
The message below the photo read: [This is the only side profile I have. Don't share it. He doesn't let anyone keep his photos, and I don't want to die!]
Lucas's mind went blank. He couldn't believe Alexander was with Victoria; it was just too unreal. He also felt a sense of danger. Alexander was not someone to mess with.
Just then, Clara called. Lucas glanced at his phone but didn't pick up.
At the Kennedy family mansion, Clara looked worriedly at her unanswered call. "Mom, Lucas didn't answer."
Elodie thought for a moment. "He's probably busy. Don't worry. When Grandpa Oliver and Dad ask you later, just say what I told you."
Clara nodded.
A bit later, a servant came to fetch her to the living room.
Elodie gave her a reassuring look, and they both walked downstairs gracefully.
In the top-floor office of Vertex Holdings Group, Marcus reported, "Mr. Howard, Mrs. Howard's car is parked downstairs."
Alexander didn't look up, engrossed in his document, and responded with a faint hum.
After a while, Marcus and the others watched as Victoria stepped out of the elevator, her high heels clicking on the floor.
They had just learned that Victoria was the mysterious composer Amy, and Quentin was a big fan of Amy's music. He loved her lively and powerful compositions.
Quentin now looked at Victoria with admiration, but it was purely a fan's affection for their idol. He didn't dare covet Alexander's wife.
He couldn't believe his idol was right there. He had to get Victoria's autograph!
"Mrs. Howard," they greeted in unison as Victoria walked in.
Victoria stopped, glanced at them, and asked, "Is Alexander busy?"
They shook their heads and answered together, "No."
Victoria squinted at them but didn't ask anything and walked towards Alexander's office.
After she went in, the three of them returned to their work.
In the office, Victoria saw Alexander working seriously at his desk. They say men are more attractive when they're focused.
Alexander, in a black shirt, was backlit by the window, the light casting a golden glow on him. Even though he was still, his noble and elegant aura was evident.
Their eyes met.
"You're here, come over," Alexander's low, magnetic voice echoed in the large office.
Victoria walked over.
Meanwhile, in the Kennedy family mansion, a soft, tearful voice filled the living room.
"Grandpa Oliver, Dad, I just found out today that Victoria is Amy. She hid it so well. She has such a status but didn't tell us. Maybe she had her reasons," Clara cried.
Oliver squinted. "Wait, didn't you say Amy gave you advice back then? How come you didn't realize she was Victoria?"
Facing Oliver's question, Clara had her excuse ready. "Grandpa Oliver, I did get guidance from Amy, but she wore a mask, so I didn't recognize her as Victoria. But Victoria must have recognized me. She just didn't reveal her identity, and I don't know why."
She lowered her head, looking delicate and pitiful.
Oliver couldn't bring himself to be harsh with her. Clara was someone he always doted on.
But he didn't miss a single question that needed to be asked!
"Then what's with today's Instagram post? Why was the plagiarism incident exposed out of nowhere? And what's with that recording?" Oliver pressed.
Clara had her responses ready, firmly denying everything. No one knew it was her, not even the person who released the recording.
"Grandpa Oliver, I don't know either. By the time I found out, many people were already paying attention to it," Clara said pitifully.
Seeing her sincere expression, Oliver believed she really didn't know anything.
He asked another sharp question, "Then how do you explain the plagiarism? Who copied whom back then?"
A trace of malice flashed in Clara's eyes as she lowered her head, but when she looked up, she appeared delicate and aggrieved.
"Grandpa Oliver, it was my fault. I found the music sheet in the trash in the living room. I was curious and picked it up. I didn't know it was Victoria's. I was lacking inspiration and thought she had discarded it, so I borrowed it," she explained.
Her honesty made Oliver and Simon reluctant to blame her. After all, she found it in her own home.
"Dad, you can't blame Clara for this. Victoria threw it in the trash herself. Besides, Clara's been a blessing to the Kennedy family for years," Elodie defended her, a trace of malice in her eyes. "But look at Victoria. She's a Kennedy too, but she's been causing us trouble. She knows Mr. Campbell and is a famous composer, Amy. She could use her status to help the Kennedys establish a foothold in Ridgewood, but she hasn't. Instead, she's been causing us trouble and holding onto the Kennedy family shares, threatening us."
Then she pretended to be aggrieved. "Clara has been contributing to our family and hasn't gotten anything in return. Instead, she's been slandered and almost died several times."
Her pitiful words turned Oliver and Simon's disappointment in Clara into resentment towards Victoria.
Simon angrily shouted, "That ungrateful wretch! Not only does she not help, but she also hides so many identities. She's truly ungrateful!"
Elodie and Clara exchanged a secret glance.
Meanwhile, in the Vertex Holdings Group's top-floor office, Victoria sat next to Alexander, looking into his eyes. "How did you know Amy was me?"
She had figured out that Alexander had handled today's situation for her.
Alexander sat on the sofa, his long legs crossed, leaning lazily against the back. One hand rested on his knee, and the other gently stroked Victoria's hair.
"I didn't know. I just found out like everyone else," Alexander said nonchalantly.
Victoria squinted her eyes at him, clearly not believing his words. But the fact that she was Amy was known to very few people. She had always kept it well hidden and never attended public events.
Alexander looked at her with a bit of helplessness and innocence. "I really didn't know." Then his deep eyes curved into a smile. "I didn't expect my wife to be the famous Amy. Your hidden identity surprised me."
Victoria remained silent.
Can't he just talk properly?
"Why do I feel like you're being sarcastic with me?" Victoria retorted.
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