Chapter 166 Threatened
With a deafening crash, the door shuddered under a violent assault. Victoria Kensington recoiled, her hands trembling with the sudden surge of terror. Swiftly, she retreated, her fingers fumbling to grasp her phone and dial the police.
The pounding on the door ceased as abruptly as it had begun. When the police arrived, they reviewed the surveillance footage, revealing a tall, lean figure relentlessly attacking her door.
The man, shrouded in a fitted black outfit, a baseball cap, and a mask, finally ceased his assault and sauntered away. He even delivered a parting kick to the door across the hall, despite Victoria's knowledge that the apartment was unoccupied.
Victoria watched the monitor, her heart constricting with anxiety.
"Have you encountered any trouble lately, or offended someone?" the officer asked, his tone grave as he jotted down notes.
"No," she replied, her voice barely a whisper. Her circle of acquaintances was small, and she couldn't fathom having upset anyone.
"Miss, it's not safe to live alone," the officer advised before departing. "If you have friends, it's best to stay together."
"Thank you," she murmured. After bidding the officers farewell and triple-checking her door's security, Victoria attempted to settle in for the night.
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Victoria awoke the following morning, her sleep disturbed by a haunting nightmare. Hughes, her chauffeur, glanced at her through the rearview mirror, concern etching his features. "Mrs. Harrington, you seem off today. Did you not sleep well?"
"Oh, just a bit under the weather," she dismissed with a casual lie.
"You should take something for that. Or better yet, go back to Harrington Family Castle. Mr. and Mrs. Harrington talk about you all the time," Hughes suggested.
Victoria merely offered a silent smile, her quiet refusal. She gazed out the window, contemplating why the city she had resided in for over two years—her so-called hometown—still felt so alien. The beauty she once found in it seemed to have faded.
Was it the events of the previous night?
She had a suspicion about the perpetrator but lacked concrete proof. Mere speculation wasn't enough to accuse anyone. Thus, she braced herself for the day ahead, enduring whatever it might bring.
As the car pulled up to the imposing office building, she realized that the future was uncertain. Regardless of the lurking dangers, she had to confront them. With a deep breath, she stepped out of the car.
Hughes sped off, leaving Victoria to ascend the steps alone.
The day's work was grueling. In the dreary weather, her high heels became a test of endurance as she accompanied her demanding boss, a role that required both stamina and focus. She was so engrossed in her duties that the aches in her legs and feet barely registered.
Alexander Harrington was a relentless businessman, inspecting three factories in a single day.
By 5:30 PM, she was finally able to return to the office. The twilight of early evening had surrendered to darkness by the time she finished her work, well past 7 PM, and stepped outside.
There was Hughes's car, waiting patiently. Victoria couldn't help but worry about the strain this arrangement might be putting on Hughes. The drive from her place to the Harrington Family Estate was a lengthy one, and he still had to return to the estate after dropping her off.
She decided to discuss the matter with Mrs. Harrington; she was considering buying a used car for the time being.
Mrs. Harrington had already been encouraging her to get her driver’s license.
“Hughes,” Victoria called out as she approached.
“Mrs. Harrington has finished for the day,” Hughes greeted her warmly, standing by the car and holding the door open for her.
“Hmm,” Victoria murmured, bending to get into the car.
But as she was about to slide in, she froze. Inside the car, engrossed in a stack of papers, sat a man.
“Mr. Harrington,” Victoria's heart pounded as she greeted him, despite the sudden surge of nerves.
Without even lifting his gaze, he issued a dispassionate command, “Get in.”