Chapter 467 Yvette, This Is You Forcing Me
Albert stood rigid, his presence radiating an icy coldness. His chiseled features remained expressionless.
Those deep-set eyes of his were unfathomable, dark and dangerous.
He casually picked up Violet's discarded clothes from the sofa and tossed them at her.
Seeing Violet's bewildered expression, Albert spoke coldly, "Did you really think I drank that drugged water?"
Ever since being drugged once before, Albert never consumed anything not prepared by Vincent.
He had seen through Violet's amateur performance immediately.
He'd pretended to drink the water and feigned the effects of the drug just to see what Violet was planning.
Panic flashed across Violet's face, her pupils dilating slightly.
"Albert," she didn't answer his question, instead looking at him with concern, "You're exhausted, aren't you? Is all this pressure really worth it?"
"Put your clothes on," Albert commanded, a flicker of anger in the depths of his dark eyes.
Violet laughed bitterly but didn't move.
Sitting on the floor, she looked up at him, her pride long shattered. "If you'd just marry me, I could make all these rumors disappear. The Morgan Group would be yours too. Wouldn't that be perfect, Albert?"
"Violet, you overestimate yourself," Albert leaned down, his eyes chillingly cold. "I only want Yvette."
With that, Albert turned to leave, regardless of Violet's state of undress.
Since Alan wasn't actually there, he had no reason to stay.
"Albert!" Violet's voice broke with emotion. "You've spent far less time with Yvette than you did with me. How can you be so heartless?"
Albert paused, turning back to look down at her with contempt. "During our years together, I always wondered why I could resist being intimate with you, yet the first time I met Yvette, I made love to her. Do you know why?"
Violet stared blankly. "Why?"
"Because God was telling me she was the woman I wanted."
The door slammed shut with a thunderous bang, shattering Violet's heart.
She looked down at herself—disheveled, humiliated.
She had buried her dignity in the dirt, and Albert hadn't even spared her a glance. He had ground her heart into the rough floor until it was raw and bleeding.
Albert had been so cruel to her.
Violet lowered her head, her shoulders trembling as tears fell to the floor, slowly spreading.
She had been by Albert's side for so many years, yet he showed no regard for their history.
For Yvette's sake, he had used the most vicious words to strip away her dignity.
All because of Yvette!
Violet clenched her fists in hatred. If not for Yvette, she and Albert would have been married and happy for life!
If she couldn't have happiness, then neither would Yvette!
Not just Yvette, but Albert too!
Her current predicament was all because of them!
Violet's hatred consumed her as she bit her lip until it nearly bled.
She clutched her clothes, a cruel, bloodthirsty smile suddenly appearing on her lips. "Yvette, you forced my hand," she murmured.
On the way home, Yvette stared at the falling leaves outside the car window, her eyes rimmed with red.
The driver glanced at her in the rearview mirror. "Mrs. Valdemar, shall I take you straight home?"
"Yes," Yvette checked the time. "Actually, let's go to the preschool. You can go home after dropping me off—I'll walk back with the children."
"Of course, Mrs. Valdemar."
The car stopped smoothly at the preschool entrance. Yvette stepped out.
It was dismissal time. BoBo and CiCi ran toward Yvette with their little backpacks. "Mommy! You came to pick us up today?"
"Mommy had some free time!" Seeing her children lifted some of the gloom from Yvette's heart. "But Mommy didn't have time to bring snacks for you. Can we wait until we get home?"
CiCi, always the sweet-talker, replied, "That's okay! We're just happy you came to get us!"
Yvette smiled, taking both children by the hand.
BoBo asked, "Mommy, are we walking home?"
"Yes, the driver went home already." Noticing their reddened noses from the cold, Yvette asked, "Are you cold? If you are, I can call the driver to come back."
"Yes," CiCi nodded. "Mommy, CiCi doesn't want to walk. CiCi wants to ride home!"
"I'm sorry I didn't think of that. I'll call him now. We can walk while we wait."
"Okay."
Yvette took out her phone to call the driver.
Strangely, the driver who was usually available 24/7 wasn't answering.
As Yvette was about to redial, a conversation between two passersby caught her attention.
"God, that car accident over there is horrifying."
"Yeah, everyone around here is wealthy, driving Porsches and all. What a shame."
"With the car burning like that, I doubt anyone survived."
"I heard someone tried to rescue them but couldn't get them out. So tragic."
Yvette froze.
BoBo and CiCi looked up at her simultaneously, confused. "Mommy, why did you stop? Is the driver coming back?"
Yvette didn't know how to respond.
In the Valdemar Group CEO's office, Albert strode in with Vincent following behind, head bowed.
Albert's voice was cold with accusation, "How could you be so careless? You didn't verify it was actually Alan before sending me to that meeting?"
Vincent looked extremely distressed. "I apologize, Mr. Valdemar. The private investigator claimed they had confirmed his identity. I don't understand why it wasn't Alan. I'm deeply sorry, Mr. Valdemar! I'll investigate immediately!"
"Don't bother," Albert walked toward his desk.
A small television mounted in the office silently displayed the day's news.
Suddenly, one report caught Albert's attention.
Ten minutes earlier, a Porsche had malfunctioned while driving, crashing into traffic and resulting in a fatal accident.
As the camera panned across the still-burning vehicle, Albert stood frozen.
His phone rang. He mechanically picked it up and answered.
"Hello, is this Albert?" asked the caller.
Albert's voice was hoarse. "Yes."
"This is the Luken Police Department." The person on the other end provided their badge number and then read out a license plate number. "Is this your registered vehicle?"
Albert opened his mouth, unable to even make a sound.
Because that car was the one he had assigned to Yvette for transporting her and their children.
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