Chapter 466 I Want to Become His Wife
Yvette's eyes flashed with shock. "Impossible!" she blurted out.
In her heart, her father had always been that warm, loving parent. Always wearing a gentle smile, he had been her hero and protector.
Yvette's face turned pale as she stared intently at Violet, searching for any trace of deception in her eyes.
"What kind of sick joke is this?" Yvette let out a cold laugh. "You'd stoop to such pathetic lies to win Albert? Is it really worth it?"
Violet had anticipated Yvette's disbelief. "This is the truth," she replied calmly. "No matter how much I might lie, evidence doesn't. This is the badge the killer wore that night."
"It's just a badge," Yvette scoffed. "What does that prove? Who actually saw him do anything?"
"Whether you believe it or not doesn't matter. What matters is whether the Valdemar Group shareholders believe it." Violet smiled faintly, her eyes narrowing. "Albert wants to be the head of the Valdemar Family with decision-making power because he inherited shares from his mother and grandfather. But if he's involved with the daughter of his mother's killer, he'll lose his right to those shares—and his position of power."
Violet's soft words landed like thunderbolts.
Yvette's hands clenched into fists, her nails nearly breaking skin. She looked up at Violet, masking the turbulent emotions in her eyes. "Why are you telling me this? What's your angle?"
"I can suppress the rumors and clean this whole mess up."
Yvette swallowed hard. "What do you want?"
Violet's lips curled into a smile. "I want to become his wife."
Winter sunlight struggled to break through the thick cloud cover.
Yvette composed herself, trying to appear calm as she headed to the Valdemar Group to find Albert, hoping to learn something from him.
As soon as she entered the company lobby, she overheard disturbing whispers. Her gaze swept across the room, noticing a group huddled in a corner, exchanging secrets.
Frowning slightly, Yvette pulled her scarf higher and casually walked near them, pretending to wait while eavesdropping.
"The Valdemar Family's been in chaos these past few days. Have you heard?"
Yvette's hand, pretending to check her phone, froze momentarily.
Though cautious, the group hadn't noticed her listening and continued their conversation.
"Yeah, apparently a bunch of Valdemar Family members are coming out of the woodwork, claiming Mr. Albert Valdemar's position isn't legitimate—that he's riding on his inheritance."
"Exactly. They're saying he used to be just a rich playboy pilot who knows nothing about business."
"The real issue is that they're suggesting his mother's death might not have been what it seemed. If there was some conspiracy involved, that would be explosive!"
Hearing this, Yvette unexpectedly felt relieved.
It seemed the Valdemar Family members had merely sensed an opportunity in the rumors. They'd long been overshadowed by Albert's status and ability, and now they were cleverly spreading unfavorable narratives about him, suggesting he was merely an empty figurehead, hoping to force him to relinquish some control.
As long as her father's involvement remained unknown to the public, Albert's position as head of the Valdemar Group was still secure.
Yvette's heart sank slightly. She knew Violet had released this information as a warning to both her and Albert.
With a darkened expression, Yvette strode toward the group, her piercing gaze cutting their conversation short.
She stood before them, commanding and intimidating. "If your job requires gossiping about others for entertainment, perhaps you're not suited for this company."
Yvette's sharp gaze swept over each of them as she dialed Vincent. "Vincent."
The group looked terrified, staring at Yvette, trying to identify her.
Yvette recited the names from their ID badges. "These people aren't a good fit for the Valdemar Group. Please help them find more suitable employment elsewhere."
They were shocked. "Who—who are you? What right do you have?"
Yvette laughed coldly, tapping her phone as Vincent's calm voice came through, "Of course, Mrs. Valdemar."
In the Valdemar Group presidential office, Albert frowned as Vincent entered, displeased that a phone call had interrupted their conversation.
"Who is it?" Albert asked coldly.
"Mrs. Valdemar, asking if you're busy," Vincent replied calmly, following Yvette's instructions not to mention the fired employees.
Albert raised an eyebrow, reaching for his phone. "She called for me?"
"No," Vincent said. "She was just inquiring about your schedule, hoping to take the children out when you're not busy."
Hearing this, Albert rubbed his temples. "Once things settle down, we'll plan an island getaway."
"Very good."
Albert exhaled deeply. Recently, due to the news and public opinion, his social obligations had increased, along with his stress, leaving little time for Yvette and the children.
Vincent's watch vibrated. He glanced at it. "Mr. Valdemar, your appointment with Alan Thatcher is due. We should leave."
Alan was Luken's most talented PR specialist.
"Alright," Albert said, rising.
Later, Albert sat alone on the suite's sofa.
Setting down his water glass, he leaned back exhausted, closing his eyes as his breathing gradually steadied.
The bedroom door quietly opened, and a pair of eyes watched him through the narrow gap.
Violet smiled to herself, tiptoeing out, careful not to wake him.
The real Alan existed but was difficult to contact, making it convenient for Violet to use his identity to arrange this meeting with Albert.
Barefoot, she approached the man she'd loved half her life.
Her heartbeat echoed in the quiet room as she walked toward him with light yet determined steps, discarding her clothes piece by piece.
Violet gazed at Albert, gently straddling his legs.
This long-awaited closeness made her smile like a child with stolen candy.
Suppressing her excitement, she was about to kiss him when suddenly a force yanked her hair backward.
The pain sent her tumbling to the floor.
Shocked, she looked up to see Albert staring coldly at her, as if regarding something rotten and disgusting.
Violet was stunned. Hadn't she drugged him?
"Albert, you..."
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