Chapter 103: Chapter 103: A Bad Omen—Victoria Monroe Is in Danger!
The next day.
Victoria Monroe is now free, with no company restrictions, no agent.
She hadn’t even had the chance to set up her own studio yet, so she called Aunt Xu to temporarily act as her personal assistant.
Aunt Xu drove Victoria Monroe’s car over, feeling immensely happy.
The idol she adored was finally making a comeback!
After getting in the car, Victoria opened a copy of the "Xinhua Dictionary," occasionally jotting down a character or two.
Chinese culture is so profound, with so many beautiful characters that embody blessings and meanings.
Victoria was frustrated she could only choose two characters and couldn’t gift her child with all the best characters in the world.
After looking at many, she finally thought the character "安" (peace) was perfect.
In life, all one really seeks is peace and safety.
Victoria circled the character "安" (peace) with her pen.
"Ms. Monroe, we’ve arrived."
The car stopped outside the dressing room. Victoria Monroe wore a casual outfit, topped with a long black down jacket, a black baseball cap, and a black mask.
She had just settled into her makeup spot when she heard Rachel Hayes’s voice.
"I want to sit in this spot."
The assistant next to her rudely said, "This is Mrs. Fordham! If you know what’s good for you, hurry up and leave."
For a moment, everyone else turned to look at them. Victoria stood up, took off her mask and cap, and coldly stared at Rachel Hayes, "What did you say?"
Seeing Victoria Monroe’s face, Rachel Hayes felt a chill run down her spine.
It was her! Rachel Hayes feared her more than anyone in the entertainment industry.
Suddenly, Rachel felt the scar left by Julian Fordham’s burn aching slightly.
It was Julian Fordham she truly feared!
"It’s... it’s you!"
Victoria’s lips curved into a mocking smile, "What? Do you want me to give up this spot for you?"
Rachel hurriedly changed her tune, "Ms. Monroe, I was just joking, you sit, you sit."
"Heh." Victoria chuckled softly, the smile on her lips playful.
Rachel didn’t dare directly confront her.
The assistant was still fuming, "Sister, she’s just a washed-up actress, you have President Fordham backing you, why are you afraid of her?"
"Shut up," Rachel whispered anxiously, fearing Victoria would hear.
If that were really the case, she wouldn’t be afraid, but no one knew the real Mrs. Fordham was Victoria Monroe!
Director Lancaster urged, "Get the doctor over here quickly, there’s no time, let’s start the makeup first."
Another B-list artist, Faye York, was in the dressing room and greeted Victoria politely, "Victoria, long time no see."
Victoria nodded at her, "Long time no see."
Compared to the crowd around Rachel, Victoria’s side was much quieter, and she requested her stylist to give her a simple look.
She was mostly there to boost the show’s popularity; the program group intended to promote someone else. Faye was too small-minded, and Director Lancaster wouldn’t want to promote someone as foolish as Rachel. Who was the leading lady?
Victoria asked, "Director Lancaster, who is the other artist?"
Director Lancaster wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, "She and another male guest had something come up at the last minute and can’t attend this episode."
Victoria wasn’t wrong; this hotshot had significant connections.
Even though she left Director Lancaster hanging, he wasn’t angry, just a bit helpless.
Changing to another artist would have resulted in them being banned already.
Victoria’s phone received a message.
Rhys Hawthorne: [Family matters need attending in Portoros. If you need anything, contact Assistant Woods.]
He was quite responsible, setting everything up even before leaving.
Victoria replied briefly and set her phone aside.
In the air.
A business jet at an altitude of ten thousand meters.
Julian Fordham was exhausted but couldn’t sleep, having traveled nonstop across countries and barely rested.
Assistant Prescott spoke up, "Boss, you can rest well and then go find your wife. She’s been at the care center accompanying the old lady these past few days. Rhys Hawthorne hasn’t disturbed her either. Even if she doesn’t have you in her heart now, Rhys doesn’t exist there either."
Julian Fordham thought of what Rhys Hawthorne had said, that he would aggressively pursue Victoria Monroe after the divorce certificate was in hand. These days, she hadn’t replied to any of Julian’s messages from abroad.
"What about that bitch?"
"She’s been staying over at Aunt Jan’s."
At the mention of Rachel Hayes, Julian Fordham’s eyes were filled with malevolence, "Excellent. Let her relax her guard. Find an opportunity to get her into a car while she’s not paying attention, and take her directly to the hospital for an abortion. Prescott, I hope you won’t disappoint me this time."
"Boss, my family was relocated to a safe place by you, Aunt Jan won’t use them against me anymore, my life is yours."
Julian Fordham massaged his temples, the wedding ring on his hand shining brightly, "It better be that way."
He and Victoria Monroe couldn’t endure any more turmoil.
In three days, not only would the divorce cooling-off period end, but the contract would officially take effect.
This time, he had signed partnerships with more countries and soon his company would globalize, allowing him to reach the true pinnacle!
By then, he’d spare no cost to win back Victoria Monroe.
Victoria, give me one more chance. I’ll love you well, and this time I won’t let you suffer any pain!
As he thought about this, he was just about to take a sip of red wine for a refresh when the plane hit strong turbulence, shaking violently, and his hand jostled.
The red wine splashed all over him, the bright color resembling blood, slowly seeping along his white shirt...
A sense of unease stirred within Julian Fordham—he suddenly had a bad feeling.
Several times in the past, when Victoria faced accidents on set, he felt this way.
Could something be happening to her?
It couldn’t be; she’s at the care center.
With trouble in the Hawthorne Family, Rhys Hawthorne had flown back to Portoros early, and Victoria was with her grandmother—what could possibly go wrong?