Chapter 439 The Skirt I Ruined, I Will Compensate
In the manor's conference room, Albert sat at the head of the table, his face stern as he listened to the others' ideas about the project.
Everyone spoke cautiously, glancing at Albert as they finished. No one dared to say too much without his input.
As the room fell into an uneasy silence, Albert's phone, resting on the table, vibrated softly.
Albert glanced at it, then flipped it over, hiding the screen. The faint buzzing continued.
No one dared to look; this wasn't the first call.
The phone stopped vibrating, and Albert's cold eyes lifted slightly. "Ten-minute break."
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, watching Albert leave the room.
Albert grabbed a cup of coffee and gazed out the window.
From here, he could see the room they were staying in.
His phone buzzed again. Assuming it was Yvette, Albert was about to ignore it, but then he saw it was Vincent.
Albert answered, "What is it?"
"Mr. Valdemar..." Vincent hesitated, clearly troubled.
Albert frowned, impatient. "Spit it out."
Vincent cleared his throat. "Mr. Valdemar, Mrs. Valdemar called me, asking me to book a flight for her."
Albert paused. "Book it according to our schedule."
"Okay." Vincent hesitated again. "Did you and Mrs. Valdemar disagree? You asked me to pick out a dress for her just two days ago. What happened?"
"Anything else?" Albert cut him off coldly.
Vincent awkwardly replied, "No, she just asked me to book the flight."
"Alright." Albert hung up.
He knew Yvette didn't really want Vincent to book the flight. She knew Vincent would tell him, and he would answer Vincent's call.
Albert took a deep breath, composed himself, and returned to the meeting.
By the time the meeting ended, it was getting dark.
Albert stood up, expressionless, and left the conference room.
As he opened the door, a familiar face approached him.
It was David.
Albert's demeanor instantly darkened, his face visibly more sullen.
David, with his usual gentle smile, walked up to Albert.
"Albert, you came to Eldoria and didn't contact me?" David smiled. "I've lived here for years and know the place well. You should have come over."
Standing at the conference room door, everyone passing by greeted David.
Albert's face was grim. He understood the hidden meaning in David's words.
He had been to David's place just yesterday.
As he recalled yesterday's events, Albert's expression grew even darker. "No need."
David continued to greet others, then turned back to Albert. "Too many people here. How about we find a place to talk?"
Albert glared at him. "Say what you need to say."
David looked around, raising an eyebrow. "Are you sure you want to talk here? People might overhear."
The typhoon had wreaked havoc, and the manor wasn't spared.
Trees were uprooted, and workers were trying to repair the damage.
Sylvia wanted to check on Yvette, but as she approached the door, Albert's bodyguards stopped her.
Sylvia protested, "Let me in! My friend is inside. Why can't I go in?"
The bodyguard's thick arm blocked her. "Sorry, we're following Mr. Valdemar's orders."
Sylvia nearly lost it. She stepped aside and called Yvette.
"Yvette, what's going on? The bodyguards won't let me in!"
"Yeah," Yvette's voice was unusually calm. "He probably wants to lock me up again."
Sylvia was shocked. "What? Lock you up? Again?"
"It's okay, Sylvia," Yvette said softly. "It's fine."
Sylvia was frantic. "How can it be fine? I explained everything to him! He seemed to believe me. What happened yesterday?"
Yvette replied, "He said he almost believed me. But when he saw my torn dress and the red marks on my body, he thought I was lying. He thinks it's too much of a coincidence and that I was trying to see David."
Sylvia was taken aback. "What red marks?"
"Bug bites that I scratched."
Sylvia was stunned. "He thinks David did that?"
"Yeah."
Sylvia was furious. "Fuck, Albert is such an idiot!"
Albert and David left the conference room one after the other.
David, with his limp, slowly made his way to the lounge, while Albert had already disappeared.
David's face lost its previous gentle smile, his eyes now cold.
He pushed open the lounge door. Albert was already seated, his gaze fixed on the path David had taken, a mocking smile on his lips.
David sat down in front of him. "Albert, it's been a while. Aren't you going to ask about my leg?"
Albert didn't even glance at him, letting out a cold laugh. "You're lame, but I'm not blind."
David's expression changed slightly, his demeanor becoming more serious.
"Say what you need to say," Albert said in a low voice.
David paused, then handed over a bag. "This is compensation."
Albert looked at him, puzzled, but didn't take the bag. "I don't need anything from you."
"Just look," David said with a slight smile.
Albert took the bag and, with just one glance, his anger surged.
Inside was the dress he had bought for Yvette.
Albert's eyes blazed with fury, the air around him seeming to freeze with his rage.
He grabbed the bag, the sound of crumpling paper echoing sharply, a sound that sent chills down one's spine.
Albert's hand clenched the bag tightly, his eyes filled with anger and disgust as he glared at David, like he was staring at a hated enemy.
His chest heaved with each breath, each one filled with anger.
Across from him, David just smiled faintly, as if enjoying the show.
David raised an eyebrow. "Take it. I heard you bought it."
The bag twisted painfully in Albert's grip, silently protesting his violence.
Albert glared at David. "What do you mean?"
David chuckled. "I mean, I ruined the dress, so I'm compensating you."
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