President’s Secret Obsession With Ex-wife

Victoria looked normal and didn’t realize she had brought someone else’s water to drink.

After such an incident with the director and the principal, the vice-principal rushed to step forward to take charge of the situation and greet the guests.

A farce ended there, and the vice Principal came to Nick and apologized in person.

“Mr. Andrews, I’m really sorry. The university will give an explanation to all the investors and will also actively cooperate with the police investigation.”

Nick’s brow stretched, as the man’s posture was quite a bit better than the principal’s.

And then the vice-principal looked over at Victoria, his tone emotional, “It’s been a long time, Poppy.”

The vice-principal was instrumental in Victoria’s shift from drawing to design that year, otherwise she would not have been able to get her diploma under the dual pressure of the principal and Olivia Thorntorn.

“Yups, Mr. Walton. It’s been a long time. I miss you so much.”

The Vice Principal smiled, “Last time I heard that Mr Andrews’ designer was called ‘Poppy’, I was afraid there might be someone else, until I saw you now… you are doing well. I’m happy for you.”

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Olivia Thornton was the director of the Academy of Fine Arts and had strong connections, so if Victoria continued down the path of painting, she would be heavily hindered.

The Vice Principal then asked Victoria what she was going to do. If she continued to draw, this path would definitely not work.

Victoria only said at that time, ‘nothing is broken, nothing is done.’

Since this path was not going to work, break it up, reorganize it and start over.

The vice-principal looked at Victoria now with some emotion. After all, she was his most promising student in the beginning.

But he was busy at the moment and didn’t have time for pleasantries and had to help calm the other guests around him who were looking at the exhibition.

As soon as he was gone, Emily raised her hand and pinched her face, wondering if what had just happened was real or not.

The Poppy she knew made the school change principals and directors as soon as she came to the school?

And getting Chloe Reynolds, that condescending and stupid girl was taken away by the police?

Emily pinched herself painfully and realized she wasn’t dreaming.

Victoria had no intention of sticking around and nodded her head to Nick as a greeting before lifting her feet and heading out the door.

She wasn’t so calm inside and needed a quiet place to digest at the moment.

But just as she stepped out into the hall, she heard the rumble of rain outside.

The rain poured down and the whole world looked like a shaking landscape painting.

It was still sunny when she arrived, so she didn’t bring an umbrella.

The art building was again a stand-alone building, with no stores a hundred meters around it.

An umbrella was suddenly propped over her head, while Lucas Steele’s voice got in her ear.

“Poppy, that was awesome just now.” The tone was still flirty, causing Victoria to frown.

This guy had just been invisible the entire time, even retreating into the crowd when Richard Steele was involved, and now that the storm had passed, he was surprisingly flicked out again.

A flash of sarcasm appeared on her face, so faint that it was impossible to tell without a closer look.

“Shouldn’t Mr. Steele be home for a visit? Maybe your beloved father is headed for jail time.”

The corners of Lucas Steele’s mouth curved up and he lifted his fingertips about to touch her cheek, but noticing the wariness in Victoria’s eyes, he withdrew his hand.

“If something happens to him, I’ll just become the president of Three-Beam Group. As a matter of course, Poppy, I have to thank you this time. Now I’m getting more and more interested in you. Why don’t we have dinner together? Let me heal you from the shadow that my father left behind back then.”

The corners of his mouth hooked into a light smile, his eyes carrying a bit of ambiguity if anything.

Victoria couldn’t take it anymore and snatched the umbrella out of his hand and rushed straight into the rain.

The smile on Lucas Steele’s face faded a little as he glanced outside at the pouring rain that was still falling, and that was the only umbrella he had.

He caught a glimpse of her back in the rain, and fun crossed his eyes.

Now that was even more interesting.