Andrew Lindsey turned around instantly, tightly closing his eyes; he saw nothing at all.
Victor Parker moved quickly, shoving her inside and slamming the door with a loud bang. Andrew's heart skipped a beat—he swore he saw nothing.
Polly Sutton was pushed by Victor, and though her high heels were off, she still crashed into the wall. Her shoulder strap, which had been slipping just slightly, slid down to the middle of her arm, exposing a large area of her chest.
Polly's eyes widened in shock. Victor hadn't anticipated this outcome either; his gaze briefly swept over the exposed area before quickly looking away.
Regaining her senses, Polly swiftly covered her chest with her hand, "Pervert!"
Victor pressed one hand against the wall. He had shifted his gaze, but upon hearing Polly's accusation, he glanced back. Polly hurriedly pulled her strap back, preventing any further exposure.
"Aren't you afraid that after Grandma dies, she might come after you for cheating?" Victor blocked her path with his other hand before she could escape, crouching down with her as she tried to bend, blocking all her exits.
Polly: "..."
"I asked you to pretend, and your mom ended up in the hospital. Polly, you sure have a lot of tricks, huh?" Victor stared at the woman trapped in the corner, clearly here to settle scores.
Polly flashed a sycophantic smile, "I was just trying to completely solve your forced matchmaking troubles, wasn't I?"
"Problem solved."
"See, right!" Polly's eyes sparkled. She knew she was clever.
"My mom publicly acknowledged you as my wife."
Polly's smile and sense of triumph froze on her face, doubting whether there was something wrong with her ears.
"What?" Polly's sudden outburst of excitement made her accidentally bang her forehead against Victor's chin.
Victor hissed, clutching his chin as he took a step back.
Struggling to her feet, Polly rubbed her head, tears welling in her eyes as she glared accusingly at Victor.
Victor endured the pain, initially planning to say something, but was taken aback when she started crying first.
Crying?
Victor: "Why are you crying?"
Wasn't it him who got hit?
"Your chin is so hard; can't I cry from the pain?" Polly wasn't actually in much pain—it was more the physiological response—but now with Victor's fierce demeanor, she felt utterly provoked.
Victor: "..."
"Don't jump." Her jumping made him dizzy.
Polly jumped twice more, just because she felt like it.
Victor eyed the woman in front of him, looking like a flustered rabbit, "Your strap's broken."
Polly froze. She looked down, her black dress slipping halfway off, hanging only a little on her right shoulder.
Polly zoomed back into the room. Victor heard the thunderous sound of the door slamming shut and let out a soft chuckle.
Mr. Walker's home was in the university's family quarters, a standard three-bedroom, two living room, and two bathroom setup. For him to let Polly stay at his home was proof enough of how much he valued this final student.
The home was warmly decorated, with various certificates and trophies hanging on the walls, belonging to both Mr. Walker and Polly. A photo frame with images of Polly receiving awards internationally and them at construction sites adorned the table.
Victor scanned through everything, spotting a summer camp photo from a small elementary school with three rows of children. He bent down a little, trying to find little Tommy.
"Polly, Professor Hills is here..." Professor Lynn entered the room and was momentarily stunned by the man in the living room, "Mr. Parker?"
She vaguely recognized him; after all, there were many of his plaques at the university, and he was famed in City A as a business prodigy.
Victor, unable to locate Tommy, drew back his gaze and turned to look at the newcomers, glimpsing the photos on the wall. He nodded slightly, "Professor Lynn."
"What brings Mr. Parker here?" Professor Lynn closed the door behind her.
Polly stepped out, having changed clothes, and spotted Victor on the sofa engaging in friendly chat with Professor Lynn.
Polly: "..."
"Polly, Mr. Parker came all this way to see you, yet you left him in the living room?" Professor Lynn had always treated Polly like a daughter, so she was free to speak bluntly.
Victor leaned against the sofa, looking at Polly with a teasing smile.
Polly discreetly glared at him.
"Professor Lynn, Designer Sutton must have had something to attend to; it wasn't intentional," Victor spoke softly in her defense.
"Still, leaving a guest in the living room is quite impolite."
"I..."
"I came unannounced; perhaps I disturbed Miss Sutton," Victor spoke again, sounding sincerely apologetic, "It's really because of the incident the other day that Miss Sutton got upset with me. She has every reason not to speak to me."
Polly was shocked. Was Victor even human?
Was he really human?
"Ma'am, I..."
"Hasn't everything been clarified? Why are you still holding grudges?" Professor Lynn pretended to chide.
Polly placed her hand on her hip, took a deep breath, "President Parker, sorry for being a poor host."
"It's alright."
He dared to say it's alright?
Polly's fists clenched.
Victor stood up, "Since everything has been sorted out, I won't continue disturbing Professor Lynn. I'll be going now."
"Polly, go see him out." Professor Lynn nudged Polly to see the guest out, lest others think they lack manners.
Polly, holding back her frustration, followed Victor out and, as soon as the door closed, changed her expression, "President Parker, your two-faced behavior is truly remarkable."
"That's not how you use 'two-faced.' Also, thanks to Mrs. Parker teaching me well."
"You..." Polly restrained herself, pulling back her hand, "Do we really have to keep hurting each other like this?"
"I believe you swung first."
"Splendid." Polly nearly applauded him, "Since your mom has acknowledged my status, meaning no more matchmaking, then about the divorce..."
Let's hurry up with the divorce, or let the Earth just explode, please.
"I'm here to tell you to prepare your passport. In a few days, accompany me to M Country." Victor said while entering the elevator.
Polly snorted, retorting word by word, "No way!"
Victor turned to look at her as the elevator doors closed, speaking softly, "To meet the person who holds Old Rook's manuscript."
As he finished speaking, the elevator doors shut.
Polly was momentarily dumbfounded, but the elevator had already descended. She hurriedly rushed down the stairs, increasingly convinced Victor had said it on purpose just as the doors were closing.
Running all the way down, Polly found Victor already in the car. Without thinking, she dashed in front of it, startling Andrew into slamming the brakes.
Polly approached and knocked on Victor's car window, only for it to slide down, revealing Victor's face, dark as if a storm was brewing.