Chapter 456 Yvette's Father
"Albert, I'm divorced," Violet said, her sharply defined features drained of color. Despite her efforts to remain calm, a ripple of pain flickered in her eyes.
Her lips quivered slightly, turning downward at the corners. Her entire face betrayed undisguised vulnerability and hurt.
Albert's brow furrowed coldly. "That has nothing to do with me."
At his words, Violet paused, her vulnerable expression vanishing instantly.
"Won't you help me take over the Morgan Group?" she asked. "If you do, half of it will be yours. We could get married, and the Valdemar Group could easily absorb the Morgan Group..."
Albert cut her off. "The Morgan Group is also none of my concern."
Violet smiled with resignation, though her eyes held a strange gleam. "But I believe the truth will make you want to help me."
Albert gave her a cold glance. "Violet, there's no need to beat around the bush."
"Fine, see for yourself." Violet waved a photograph in front of Albert. "Take a seat."
The photo flashed before his eyes, but Albert immediately recognized the figure in it.
Seeing Albert sit down beside her, Violet's lips curved into a slight smile.
She handed him the photograph. "I believe you've already investigated this person, haven't you?"
Albert took the photo—the same one Vincent had obtained from the detective. It was a delayed shot that didn't show the face clearly, with the only identifiable detail being an indistinct badge at the waist.
But this lead had reached a dead end, with no way to investigate further.
Albert nodded. "Yes. Was this person sent by your uncle?"
Violet shook her head. "Of course not. My uncle was merely an assistant back then, without such capabilities. But he personally saw this individual enter your mother's room."
Albert stood before Violet, his index finger unconsciously tapping the sofa beneath him.
His brow furrowed as he studied the blurry photograph. "Does your uncle know who this person is?"
"Certainly." Violet smiled meaningfully. "This person's identity is quite... interesting."
"Who?" Albert demanded.
"His name is..." Violet paused deliberately. "Will."
Meanwhile, at the Valdemar Group hotel reception.
"Good afternoon! How may I help you?" the receptionist asked politely.
Feeling a nudge at her waist, a distracted Yvette came to her senses.
She forced a smile. "Hello, I'm Yvette, Albert's wife."
The receptionist looked startled. "Oh! Mrs. Valdemar! Are you here to...?"
Yvette bit her lower lip, seemingly unable to continue.
Sylvia, standing beside her, quickly interjected, "Ms. Swift and Mrs. Valdemar were classmates years ago. Since we knew she was staying here, we thought we'd send her some wine."
"Oh! No problem!" The receptionist immediately asked, "Which wine would you like to send? We can charge it directly to Mr. Valdemar's account."
"The most expensive one," Sylvia said decisively. "Put it on his tab!"
"Of course." The receptionist picked up the phone. "I'll have it sent up right away."
"Perfect. We'd like to accompany your staff to deliver it personally."
The doorbell rang, and Violet went to answer it.
Seeing a hotel employee, she looked puzzled. "Yes?"
"Room service, ma'am. Our manager noticed Mr. Valdemar was here for a meeting and arranged some wine for him. May I bring it in?"
Violet glanced back at Albert. "Albert, your staff has brought wine. Do you want it?"
"No."
Violet smiled at the server. "He doesn't need it, thank you. Please take it back."
"Certainly."
Violet closed the door.
Outside, Yvette, who had heard Albert's voice coming from Violet's room, felt her ears ringing, all surrounding sounds fading away.
She had thought she could handle Albert and Violet's relationship calmly, but her heart constricted painfully, making it difficult to breathe.
As the server turned to leave, Yvette slowly crouched down, too pained even for tears.
Suddenly, warm arms enveloped her.
Sylvia gently patted Yvette's back. "Yvette, find an opportunity to talk to him. Take the children and leave."
Back inside, Violet returned to the sofa.
Noting Albert's grave expression, she asked, "Does the name Leopold sound familiar?"
A hint of satisfaction crossed her face. "Surprising, isn't it? It's Yvette's father."
A flicker of alarm broke through Albert's cold demeanor.
He closed his eyes, his expression still controlled, but his hand on the sofa whitened at the knuckles from tension.
Albert's jawline tightened as he struggled to contain his emotions.
When he opened his eyes again, the turbulence had been suppressed. "What makes you say it's him? Why would your uncle claim that?"
"I knew you'd ask." Violet produced a clearer photograph and handed it to Albert. "Here's a clear image of the badge. You can compare it with photos at Yvette's family home to see if it's the one her father often wore."
Albert's lips trembled slightly, but he remained silent.
Violet caught his subtle reaction. "Will was the last person to enter and exit your mother's room. This means Will could very well be your mother's killer."
Albert struggled to maintain composure. Violet's words aligned with the truth he had been seeking.
He knew her conclusion matched his own suspicions.
"I know it's hard to believe, but these are the facts," Violet said, her gaze fixed on Albert, her earlier amusement replaced by gravity. "You became the Valdemar Group's leader because your mother and grandfather left their shares to you. But if your wife is the daughter of your mother's killer, you have no right to inherit those shares."
"Albert, you must realize—if this becomes public knowledge, your position as head of the Valdemar Group would be untenable." Violet smiled meaningfully. "So, what do you think of my proposal? Will you consider it?"
She continued, "Divorce Yvette, secure your position at the Valdemar Group, and help me take over the Morgan Group. We'll marry, and both the Morgan Group and the Valdemar Group will be yours, Albert."
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