Chapter 608 Satirizing David
Violet's words caused a subtle shift in Yvette's expression. She recognized the power play unfolding before her eyes.
Albert, clearly unwilling to let Violet continue her game, let out a cold laugh. "Instead of reminiscing about flight school, perhaps you should focus on the task at hand," he said, reaching for the tools and handing them to Yvette.
As Violet opened her mouth to respond, Albert swiftly distributed the equipment and assigned tasks with clinical efficiency.
"How is this teamwork if you're dividing everything?" Violet protested, her brow furrowing in displeasure.
Albert regarded her with contempt. "Is working independently suddenly not collaboration? Is that what your flight instructor taught you?" His words dripped with sarcasm.
Violet's retort died in her throat.
"Violet, don't push it," David said with a soft chuckle that belied the warning in his eyes. "Let's just follow his division of labor and be done with it."
His tone was gentle, but his gaze held an unmistakable threat—a silent command not to embarrass him in public.
Humiliated by both Albert and David, especially in Yvette's presence, Violet's eyes flashed with indignation.
"If you're keen on making a spectacle of yourself for the media, by all means, continue," Albert said coldly, not bothering with pretense.
David turned to Albert with a measured look. "Is this level of hostility really necessary? She's my fiancée. You're not just humiliating her—you're tarnishing the Valdemar Group's reputation."
"Drop the act," Albert replied with a contemptuous curl of his lip. "If you truly cared about the Valdemar Group's reputation, you wouldn't have collaborated with Violet to announce your relationship at the gala."
As Violet attempted to counter, Albert cut her off with palpable impatience.
"Violet, you'd better get to work," he said with a cold smile. "After all, how could a woman like you possibly complete two people's work without a man's help?" His barb was aimed directly at David's compromised mobility.
David's carefully constructed mask of civility cracked, revealing the rage beneath.
Just then, a camera crew approached the group. Despite their simmering anger, David and Violet immediately composed themselves.
"David, you should rest more. I don't mind doing extra work," Violet said with a manufactured smile for the cameras.
"Nonsense, I can't let you exhaust yourself," David replied with practiced tenderness. "I'll work at my own pace."
Violet batted her eyelashes. "Alright, but don't overexert yourself. Tell me if you're uncomfortable."
"Of course. The same goes for you."
"I will."
Their performance portrayed the perfect enamored couple, each concerned for the other's wellbeing. Yet their eyes remained cold, devoid of the warmth their words suggested.
The host, completely taken in by their act, remarked, "You can truly see the love between Mr. David Valdemar and Ms. Swift! It's an enviable relationship. I'm certain this charitable work will only strengthen your bond!"
As Violet prepared to respond, a derisive snort came from nearby. The camera operator flinched, then froze, unwilling to pan toward the source—though everyone recognized Albert's distinctive scoff.
David and Violet's faces tightened with embarrassment, though they maintained their composure for the cameras.
An awkward silence descended until a staff member hurried over. "Mr. Valdemar, we arranged an interview with you earlier. Would now be convenient?"
Albert glanced at Yvette. "I have an interview. Go rest—I'll finish up here."
Yvette smiled and shook her head. Their assigned tasks weren't particularly strenuous, mostly cleaning work that she could manage despite her condition.
"I know my limits," she said, her bright eyes reflecting both determination and warmth. "I'll stop if I need to."
Albert squeezed her hand gently before following the staff member. "Alright."
Shortly after Albert's departure, Violet, who had been visibly restless, made her move. With the photographers lowering their equipment, believing the interesting moments had passed, she grew bolder.
Violet approached Yvette with a barely concealed smirk, her eyes gleaming with challenge. Seeing Yvette crouch down to adjust her shoe, Violet stood over her, looking down with undisguised condescension.
"Need any help, Yvette?" she asked, her voice laced with false concern. "In your... condition, I doubt you can handle much physical labor. Just say the word if you need assistance."
Yvette paused, looking up at Violet with a steady gaze. She'd anticipated this moment—Violet wouldn't miss the opportunity once Albert was gone. Fortunately, the presence of staff members had tempered Violet's approach.
Rising slowly to her feet, Yvette met Violet's eyes with cool composure. She'd long noticed Violet's unnatural interest in her health but couldn't fathom the reason behind it.
"If you're so eager to help," Yvette said with a cold smile, "perhaps your fiancé could use your assistance first."
Something in Yvette's expression—perhaps a mannerism adopted from Albert after their time together—seemed to unnerve Violet.
"That won't do," Violet replied, a flash of malice crossing her features. "You're clearly the priority here. Let me help you." She reached toward Yvette.
Yvette's brow furrowed in disgust as she instinctively moved to push away Violet's approaching hand. Before she could, a sharp, cold voice cut through the air.
"What exactly do you think you're doing?"
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