Victoria Perez swore furiously as she stormed back to her bright red Ferrari, slamming the door shut.
Her chest heaved with fury; she snatched her phone and dialed a number.
After a while, an elegant and gentle female voice answered.
"Miss Bai, what in the bloody hell were you thinking, giving me that lousy advice? Because of it, I got slapped by that old geezer Robert Perez!" Victoria's voice was accusatory as she roughly jammed the car key into the ignition.
"I didn't give you any advice. When we met this morning, I was just speaking casually. Don't tell me you were foolish enough to actually follow through?"
The woman on the other end spoke leisurely, her tone detached.
"Don't play games with me. Don't think I don't know what you're up to. Why didn't you tell me that Nia Mitchell is Young Master Peary's wife?"
Victoria was so angry her stomach ached. Only after finding out Nia Mitchell was Maxwell Peary's wife did she realize someone had used her.
