Chapter 858
Vicky’s expression darkened, and she immediately took Cece back to the corridor and said sternly,
“They’re after me and won’t do anything to you. Cece, let’s take different ways out.”
“But…” Cece muttered worriedly.
“I’m not asking for your opinion,” Vicky interrupted her. “If we both get caught, we can’t even seek help.”
Cece knew that Vicky was right. She clenched her jaw and turned to run in the other direction.
Since Valencia wanted nothing to do with her, Cece had not run into anyone on her way, and she made
a sharp turn into the washroom before taking her phone out to make a call.
“Mister Gardner, I’m Cece. I think Vicky is in trouble…” Cece swiftly informed him of her address.
“Mister Hart’s mother is after Vicky. You need to get Mister Hart toe over right now.”
Despite the mysterious man’s warning, the venue was rtively small with limited exits. Valencia had
come prepared, and Vicky did not get far before they captured her.
An hourter, Vicky was brought to a secluded mansion. Unlike Old Mister Hart’s mansion, the
mansion’s interior was heavily influenced by the European style, upying a vast area, with
meticulously trimmed flowers and nts.
Vicky was led by two ck-d bodyguards to a pavilion within the estate. In the pavilion, a graceful
and elegantdy sat opposite a stern-faced middle-aged man.
Although Old Mister Hart had employed some measures to bring her here, he had done so in a
courteous manner. However, Vicky felt like a prisoner brought in chains at the moment.
Valencia’s lips curled up into a chilling smile as she caught sight of Vicky from afar.
“Ms. Shaw, we agreed to have a private conversation, so why did you leave by yourself? Were you
upset that we didn’t wee you with open arms and wanted it to be coaxed and pleaded toe?”
she taunted.
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The man sitting across from Valencia elegantly brewed a pot of tea and handed her a teacup, his
demeanor indifferent. “Some things never change. Shecks refinement just as she did five years ago,”
he remarked.
Valencia epted the teacup and took a gentle sip. “Though Tyler didn’t grow up in the Hart family, his
adoptive parents’ household is considered a typical wealthy family. His perspective shouldn’t be too
narrow, so how could he be drawn to such an uncouth person? On top of that, he’s developed such a
rebellious temperament. I wonder who he takes after. Look at Lincoln! He is so obedient and sensible,
and he understands his parents’ well-intentioned efforts…”
Orion sneered. “Tyler’s adoptive parents’ household is far too insignificantpared to ours. It’s no
wonder he has acquired such bad habits. If we’re to me anyone, it’s the despicable and greedy
couple from the Hart family who plotted to get a share of our wealth…”
Valencia murmured, “It’s a pity, isn’t it? Having a fortune so close within reach, only to lose their lives in
a car ident. Perhaps it’s just in karma?”
Upon hearing their conversation, Vicky’s eyebrows furrowed slightly as she recalled the implication of
Old Mister Hart’s words that the car ident involving Tyler’s adoptive parents was caused by human
effort.
The culprits were right in front of her.
At that moment, Valencia seemed to remember something and spoke coldly, “They were fools for
thinking that they could take my son away!”
Her words were vague, leaving it unclear whether she was referring to her biological son, Tyler, or
Lincoln, whom she had raised with great effort, or she was referring to both.
After chatting among themselves for a while, they finally shifted their gaze to Vicky, who was
restrained, with a frosty expression on their faces.
It became clear to her that Tyler’s biological parents disliked her.
Marriages without the blessing of one’s parents seldom endured.
Vicky always believed that with Tyler’s parents gone, she could avoid theplexities of a strained
rtionship between a mother-inw and a daughter-inw.