Vicky and Peter had naturally met–it was back at Verdant Hotel, when Peter thought Vicky was a whore


    Frank paid for,


    He was certainly surprised to find out that it was actually theplete opposite… but that was all


    history anyway.


    Right now, Peter was going to start working for Vicky, though he would not mind being her manwhore


    either!


    Vicky, however, was feeling her blood boiling when she saw Peter.


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    “Y–You’re the person Greg Marsh rmended?” she asked, holding out a fraction of hope.


    Peter nodded repeatedly, crushing her hopes right then.


    “Is J Zimmer your girlfriend?” she pressed.


    Peter shook his head. “Not at the moment…‘


    Vicky frowned. “What do you mean, ‘not at the moment“?”


    “Our families met to discuss an engagement, but things weren’t finalized,” Peter said. “But trust me, I


    am the right man for the job. I will assist you with body and soul and bring the Grande Corp to new


    heights-”


    He did not notice that Vicky had clenched her knuckles. Even before he was finished, she already had


    enough and punched him squarely on the nose!


    “Are you fucking serious?! Trying to pass off shit as gold?!” she snapped, finally realizing that Dan


    would never be interested in that loser!


    J Zimmer’s groom–to–be?! That was all bullshit–Greg must have told Dan that Peter was her


    personal consultant, which was how he tricked Dan!


    “Oof!!!” Peter grunted, dropping to the floor as blood gushed out of nostrils. “P–Please, Ms.


    Turnbull… Give me a chance


    “Get out!” Vicky snapped.


    Peter wheeled on Frank right then. “Did he say something to you, Miss Turnbull?! Don’t listen to him!


    He’s a loser with nothing going for him!”


    “I told you to get out, didn’t you hear?!” Vicky snapped,unching a kick with her heels on his face!


    “Frank, get him out of here.”


    At those words, Frank grabbed Peter by the cor and dragged him to the elevator, but Peter kept


    calling out, “Please, Ms. Turnbull! Give me a chance!”


    However, once the elevators closed and Vicky was out of earshot, Peter wheeled on Frank. ” You!


    What the fuck did you tell Vicky Turnbull?!”


    “Nothing,” Frank said calmly.


    “Fuck off! Then why would Vicky agree to give me the job yesterday and throw me out today?!


    “Because she didn’t know it was you.”


    “Y–You’re lying! You must have told her something!” Peter yelled, clearly not giving up and never once


    thought that he was ipetent.


    Furious, he lunged at Frank, ready to give him a beating… only for Frank to grab him by the neck even


    before he reached Frank’s shirt!


    As the elevator doors opened, Frank called out to two security guards. “Get him out of here.”


    Both security guards promptly grabbed Peter and started to drag him outside, even as he screamed,


    “Let me go! Let me go! Don’t you know who I am?! I’m Helen Lane’s brother! She owns Lane


    Holdings!”