President’s Secret Obsession With Ex-wife

A smug look appeared on Chloe Reynolds’ face as she looked at Victoria with contempt.

Victoria thought it was funny.

“Just because a student of this school complained to you. As a leader, you are going to kick me out without doing any investigation? Is this the style of dealing in the school? There are quite a few investors here today, Mrs. Thornton can you take the responsibility?”

Olivia Thornton got flustered.

Indeed, there were quite a few investors looking at the exhibition, and it would not be a good influence if this became a big deal.

But Chloe Reynolds, who was on the sidelines, raised her voice in an unforgiving manner, “The investors are deeply committed and should know that this is not the school’s fault. As a school, it is supposed to uphold justice and set an example for the students to follow. You stole my bracelet, punishing you will only strengthen the investors’ belief in the school’s principles. Mrs. Thornton, I think she can be thrown out immediately.”

Chloe Reynolds wasn’t at all afraid that Mrs. Thornton wouldn’t help her. Even though she was Claire Rodriguez’s aunt, and even though Nick liked Claire, she was still abroad after all, and Mrs. Thornton’s family was still in business with her own, so no matter what, Olivia Thornton should help her.

Olivia Thornton’s eyes crossed with sarcasm, and she wasn’t worried about Victoria threatening her with the video she’d just made – after all, she had a copy of it in her hands, too, and it was kind of like keeping each other in check.

And now it was not that she was going to cause her trouble, but that Miss Chloe from the Reynolds family.

Chloe Reynolds finished and looked over at Lucas Steele.

“Lucas, as you can see, this woman is a thief. Be careful, who knows if she approached you because of your money.”

She didn’t address him as Mr. Steele, but by his first name, which showed that the two were well acquainted.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Lucas Steele thought it was about time he made an appearance and persuaded Chloe as a way of gaining a little favor with Victoria, but the principal showed up out of nowhere and walked over at that moment.

The principal was in his fifties and had a shrewd look about him. He was rushing out to receive a VIP.

“What’s the matter, Mrs. Thornton, why are you still here? Isn’t there a distinguished guest over there, and you’re told to go over and lead the way yourself?”

When he saw Chloe Reynolds, his tone softened significantly, “Chloe, what’s wrong?”

Chloe Reynolds grunted, her finger nearly pointing at Victoria’s face.

“I had my bracelet stolen by this woman right in front of a large crowd, and I hope the school will bring me justice.”

The principal looked to Victoria, not recognizing her, impatiently waving his hand, “Where’s the bodyguard? Let the bodyguard come and kick the person out. Send them to the police station by the way, just let the police handle it. Don’t delay everyone’s time for a stranger.”

Victoria was not surprised to see the familiar face, and the familiar means of handling the situation.

At first the principal acquiesced to Olivia Thornton’s behavior because he was trying to climb the ladder of power.

Years had passed and these two still hadn’t changed a bit.

Olivia was secretly pleased that a number of people’s eyes had been drawn to her, and now she was going to see how Victoria was going to end up!

Even if Victoria didn’t paint anymore and switched to being a designer, so what?

Now that she would have lost her reputation, she probably wouldn’t even be able to keep her job as a designer.

She looked at Victoria’s face, trying to find even the slightest hint of shame, of fear, on it.

But no, Victoria even laughed out softly, “Well, then call the police. The school shouldn’t have the right to exercise police duties, right? Whether I’m a thief or not, I can’t just be given a random charge on the basis of a few words from you students, don’t you think so, Principal?”

The principal was extremely impatient, “Everyone who enters within the school today needs to register, and those who don’t will be thrown out.”

“When I came here, I didn’t hear that registration was required here. You’ve held so many painting exhibitions and not once did you need to register, is this a new rule added today?”

“Yes! So we’re just following the rules, you’re free to go. Security! Throw her out.”

The principal really didn’t want to waste time here, and looking at his watch, he had to go greet his honored guests.

But Victoria’s gaze crossed over to him and landed a few meters behind him, smiling inquiringly.

“So Mr. Andrews, have you registered?”