The Billionaire’s Regretful Obsession – Victoria Hale

Chapter 9 The Only Contact Sherry didn't know much about fancy brands. +5 Free Coind But she was still legally married, and she still had access to Gilbert's money. She used to think it didn't matter since she never went out, but that mindset was gone now. Sherry raised an eyebrow. "Yes, I don't know much about these things. How do I stack up to you? You and my husband are out there seeing all sorts of things every day." Her words instantly drew everyone's attention. The looks on their faces when they glanced at Wendy changed right away.

No one needed to whisper-the looks on their faces were enough to make Wendy squirm. Gilbert's brows furrowed tightly. "Sherry!" Wendy lowered her gaze, playing the victim. "It's not my fault, Sherry. You couldn't handle the social duties of the Bode family, so I had to step in." Sherry let out a cold laugh. "You talk like you're tagging along with him to business negotiations. Let's be clear-his business partner is Ms. White, the company's second-in-command. You're just the plus-one for dinners and parties. You two are always all over each other, just playing around.

"But you're right about one thing. When it comes to playing the role of Mrs. Bode, you've definitely taken my place. I, the actual wife, haven't even had a meal with my husband in months." Wendy turned deathly pale. Staff and several clearly affluent customers were watching. Their gazes toward Wendy turned questioning and strange. Wendy wanted to scratch Sherry's face. How dare this woman ruin her carefully crafted image? "Are you blaming me, Sherry? I swear I didn't mean any harm. You know I don't know anyone here..." "The food's already served. Just shut up!

Didn't your parents teach you not to talk while eating?" Wendy tugged pitifully at Gilbert's sleeve, her eyes pleading. Gilbert sighed. "She's right. No need for unnecessary talk at the table." Then he turned to Sherry. "Enough with the sarcasm. Wendy means well." "She means so well she publicly mocked me for wearing knockoff's. The truth is, this is just cheap market stuff. I can only afford market goods, right? It's not like I've ever seen the real things." Gilbert's grip tightened on his fork. Anyone familiar with him could tell he was getting angry. "Sherry, must you always be so sharp?

The company sends the latest collections home every year. There's no way you're wearing market junk." "Have you ever actually looked? Is there anything nice in our home?" 1/3 16:35 Fri, Jan 9 M Chapter 9 The Only Contact He rarely came home for meals, but he still lived there. How had he never noticed? Gilbert thought back. Her closet was indeed nearly empty. Compared to other society wives, her situation was pitiful. He watched Sherry awkwardly cutting her steak and felt a pang of discomfort. C +5 Free Coins His wife, struggling with basic table manners?

It felt like a reflection on him-the stingy, neglectful husband. He called his assistant immediately. "Jean, Sherry says she never received the couture deliveries. What's going on?" He still trusted his employees. Jean was one of his most trusted assistants. If she had betrayed that trust, it would make him look like a fool. Gilbert gave Sherry a confident look. He refused to believe Jean would mess up something so basic. Jean's heart raced. Why was he suddenly questioning this now? Thankfully she had prepared an excuse long ago. "I'm sorry, Mr. Bode. Ms.

Campbell personally told me not to send anything. I don't know why she's changed her mind now. I'm just an employee. Why would she set me up?" Gilbert raised an eyebrow at Sherry. Even a subordinate sounded more believable than she did. "I personally told you? And how exactly did I deliver this message, Ms. Mello?" Jean sniffed but didn't dare push too far in front of Gilbert. "You came and told me directly. You even slapped me! You said everything was ugly, that you preferred market clothes." Jean snorted inwardly.

Sherry is only worthy of market clothes, All that couture will be wasted on her. Gilbert's expression said everything-what possible excuse could she have now? It wasn't that he didn't want to trust her. "Jean has an excellent memory. Sherry, you shouldn't try to trap her." Jean couldn't hide her smug smile. See? In Mr. Bode's eyes, I rank higher than Sherry. Sherry calmly took a bite of steak. "James manages the 'surveillance system. I'll have him check the footage. I've only been to the company three times total. Let's see when I supposedly came to warn our esteemed Ms.

Mello to stop sending couture." Jean panicked. 2/3 16:35 Fri, Chapter 9 The Only Contact *5 Free Coins She'd forgotten Sherry almost never visited the office. In her effort to sound pitiful, she'd lied. Since when did Sherry have the courage to confront her directly? "I'm sorry, it's been too long. I don't remember the details clearly. Ms. Campbell... called me..." Now it was Sherry's turn to wear the "what else can you say" expression. She watched Gilbert's face darken and sneered inwardly. "I called and slapped you through the phone? Since when did I have that power?

Probably your boss gave you that confidence, huh? And he's been hyping you up about having such a good memory?" Sherry set down her cutlery. "Should I jog her memory? I don't even have her number. To avoid any... misunderstandings, let me be clear: I don't have any phone numbers of people from Bode Group." Jean lost her composure. "You're lying! You have Mr. Bode's number! You must have used his phone to call me. Why are you so scheming, trying to trap me like this?" Gilbert glanced at Sherry. Doubt flickered in his eyes. Even that look still cut deep.

Maybe love had long faded, but after all these years, he would doubt her character? She slammed her hand on the table. "Enough nonsense. He has two phones. The work phone never comes home. The personal phone only has one contact-Wendy. What exactly would I use to call you?" "What did you say? There's no way I don't have your number!" He pulled out his phone-and froze. Only Wendy's name sat there, solitary. "Must have been lost when I changed phones..." Even he couldn't maintain the lie this time. Sherry didn't care anymore. She remembered rushing to call him once.

He'd answered with a flat, "Hello, who is this?" The first time, she'd been angry. He'd promised to save her contact. After that, it was always the same cold greeting. She knew he'd never saved her number. Never taken her words seriously. If Wendy had asked, he would have saved it immediately. And yes-his phone contained only Wendy. At least Sherry had got used to it. 3/3 Mark