President’s Secret Obsession With Ex-wife

Victoria didn’t bother with the sarcasm and looked up at him. She couldn’t help but let out a laugh, “Mr. Kingsley, I made it very clear that I am married. You don’t have to target me at every turn just because I rejected your attempts, do you?”

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Eventually, her articulate, cool voice passed out, and a few taunting laughs resounded around her.

Weston’s face went instantly green, his fists clenched, “You said I pursued you?”

Victoria raised an eyebrow with a look of helplessness.

At this point there was no need for any further response, just leave it to the onlookers to guess.

Indeed, it was Weston who brought her in the first place. And it was only after hearing Victoria say she was married, his attitude suddenly changed.

He couldn’t get her, so he was going to slander her?

While it was true that Victoria was petty and overly rare in the poker game, it was also a bit classless to target a woman at every turn just because she rejected him.

Weston was embarrassed, his fingertips were shivering. It was his carelessness, this bitch had actually known how to use other people!

The circle was supposed to LOVE to see other people’s jokes, and he could visibly feel the sights that were cast upon him becoming meaningful.

There was silence, and Natalia snorted in disdain.

“Mr. Kingsley can get any kind of beauty, how could he into a woman like you with such flirtatiousness? You really look up to yourself!”

Turned down Weston? She was really raising her profile. Did she deserve it?

Victoria looked over at Natalia with a slightly puzzled look in her eyes, “And this young lady is?”

Natalia blushed.

She couldn’t believe that Victoria really didn’t recognize her, pretending. She was a wolf in sheep’s clothes.

Victoria’s timing in playing innocent was just right.

From the beginning, Natalia had treated her very badly. She was taking her every word personally, but Victoria had never responded to her words. Instead, Natalia had made repeated outbursts, and the onlookers at the poker table thought the two had some old grudge.

Hearing Victoria, asking like that, it turned out that the two of them didn’t even know each other?

The onlookers focused on Natalia again; if she didn’t know her, then why was she so irrationally angry?

Natalia sensed that something was wrong. The guests present were dignitaries, and in their eyes, women had always been docile and dependent on them, as was the case with the female companion who had been brought to the table tonight, and no one had dared to go for unlimited bets as Victoria had done.

How well Victoria played her cards was another matter, and it was surprising that her mind was not affected in any way by being in full view of the crowd. But who was this one who kept on yakking?

Casinos were very taboo for such chatterbox people.

Natalia had no intention of drawing attention from these people, but at the moment she was already caught in that situation and regardless raised her hand to point at Victoria, “You don’t recognize me? Last time we met at Andrews Enterprise, aren’t you my cousin… Mr. Andrews’ designer?”

As soon as the words left her mouth, Nick’s brow furrowed faintly.

Instead of exposing Victoria’s lies in public as she had hoped, Natalia’s words told the crowd that Victoria was the same designer who had designed Nick’s house.

In this way, the initial move of approaching Nick for a loan was justified.

Turned out it wasn’t about trying to hook up, but they knew each other already.

Natalia had no brains. So, wouldn’t that help her by saying that?

Victoria thought it was funny and the corner of her mouth curved a little, “Oh, so it’s Miss Rodriguez.”