Polly Sutton couldn't help but clutch her little wallet. She had no money. She was broke.
Why was the clothing so expensive? Couldn't she just wear a burlap sack?
Polly increasingly felt that someone like Victor should hurry up and lose the bet, and then get kicked out of the house. Such a spendthrift.
Just as Polly was thinking about whether to message Andrew Lindsey about the clothes, an unknown number called. Polly frowned at the unfamiliar number, "Hello..."
"Come over now."
Victor said with suppressed anger, and then hung up the phone.
Even over the phone, Polly could hear his anger. Who could have pissed off Victor like this?
[Face the consequences if you don't come!!!]
Polly clicked her tongue—how dare he threaten her?
Victor had just entered the house when he was surrounded by a dozen women inside. All of them were brought by his mom, probably because she couldn't accept the fact that he didn't like women.
These women weren't from prestigious families, but rather well-known actresses from the entertainment industry. The only thing they had in common was good looks.
Victor was extremely annoyed; he couldn't understand what Mrs. Parker had said to these women that made them shamelessly throw themselves at him. Of course, he couldn't actually hit women, but he couldn't endure it for much longer.
When Polly walked in, this was the scene she saw. Victor sat on the couch with a cold expression, surrounded by a dozen women who were either sitting or standing around him, chattering away.
Polly noticed the veins popping out on Victor's hand and couldn't help but purse her lips. Back then, he could almost strangle her to death; why was he so cowed now?
Seriously, is killing a wife not illegal or what?
"Polly Sutton." Victor immediately stood up and walked over when he saw Polly. His steps were unexpectedly chaotic as he pulled her over and even pushed her forward a bit.
Polly: "..."
Just absurd!
"Who are you?" A woman at the front glared at Polly with full hostility.
Mrs. Parker had told them that whoever caught Victor's eye, even if they couldn't marry him, could have a child with him for two billion. How could such a golden opportunity be snatched away?
"My wife," Victor said in a deep voice, "You can all leave now."
Polly cursed internally but smiled outwardly, her shoulder aching from Victor's grip. Yet, she had to face this group of little vixens, "I have no opinion on being a third party, but coming to the door is excessive, isn't it? Ladies, how about dealing with him when he leaves the house?"
"Who's your elder sister? Do you know how old I am? I'm only eighteen!" a mature-looking girl huffed.
"Then aren't you supposed to be in school instead of here? Feel free to leave before I call the police," Polly retorted.
The dozen women looked at each other and finally walked away in anger.
"What pride does a bearded woman have? Victor wouldn't even touch you," one woman muttered softly.
Victor heard her clearly and his expression instantly darkened.
Polly's peripheral vision picked up Victor's clenched fists, instinctively causing her to back towards the door—she had seen Victor angry before and it was truly terrifying.
The dozen women filed out, with Polly bringing up the rear.
"Stop." Victor's clenched fists gradually relaxed, his expression easing as well.
Polly muttered a curse under her breath as she stopped at the doorway, cautiously hiding herself outside, peeking in with her little head. If anything went amiss, she would slam the door shut and run.
"Come in." Victor looked at the person at the door, knowing what was going on in her little mind.
Polly: "Just say what you have to say; I'm not deaf. I've helped chase them away; what else do you want?"
Going inside was absolutely out of the question; she wasn't stupid!
Victor walked towards the door, and Polly slammed it shut with a bang, directly hitting his face.
Victor closed his eyes to feel the breeze from the door, "Polly Sutton!"
As soon as Polly closed the door, she tried to run, but Victor instantly pulled her back in. The door opened and closed in an instant as if it had been opened or maybe hadn't.
Polly was pinned against the door by Victor, unable to escape.
"You caused trouble and now you want to run?"
Polly longed for the days when he was missing, or just completely ignored her.
"What trouble did I cause? With love-hungry women, it's the same as admitting there are money-hungry ones, isn't it?" Polly couldn't help but quietly retort, "If people don't mind, there's nothing I can do."
"And what about you? Do you love money or looks?" Victor asked, quickly seeing the disdain on Polly's face.
Yep, that was pure disdain!
"I love my life." Polly showed no sign of hiding her disdain for Victor, hoping the big boss would understand she truly had no inappropriate thoughts towards him.
"You caused the trouble, and you're responsible for solving it." Victor released her while locking the door with a loud click.
Polly shook her fist at Victor's back but instantly hid it when he turned to look, grinning at him.
"You'll live here for the time being, until the rumors of me liking men completely die down."
"This condition isn't in our agreement!" Polly was enraged, "Besides, even if Sophie Lynn said something, your mom wouldn't possibly believe it, right?"
"No matter how my mom believes it, the fact is it happened now. You want to renege?" Victor showed no sign of feeling guilty for misleading his mom.
"Renege?" Polly was ready to roll up her sleeves and argue with him, "You agreed to the marriage back then, right? I didn't force you."
"You didn't force me, but my grandma threatened me with her life."
Polly was stunned, speechless!
"Fine, so we were both forced into this marriage. Why not part happily ever after?" Polly said excitedly, completely oblivious that she was almost right in Victor's face.
Victor lowered his gaze, clearly seeing her face, even able to make out her long eyelashes like little fans. In a sudden impulse, he pinched her cheeks and tugged sideways—they felt soft, though not as plump as before.
Polly: "!!!"
What the heck?
Before Polly could erupt and bite him, Victor let go and couldn't help but rub his fingertips—the woman's skin felt really nice.
"Why can't you stay here? Or is it..."
Before Victor could finish, Polly's phone rang. She glanced at him, took out her phone, and visibly panicked when she saw the caller ID, yet continued to feign calm.
Victor saw the contact labeled as "Big Baby Sweetheart."
Victor: "..."
Was he being cheated on?