The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 170

Chapter 170

Victoria

The Lion’s Den was buzzing with its usual night crowd: young professionals winding down after work, clutching overpriced cocktails and laughing too loudly at jokes that weren’t funny. I nursed my gin and tonic. The ice had long melted, making the drink almost tasteless–just like my mood.

“You’re looking particularly murderous tonight,” Penelope said, sliding into the booth across from me. Her hair was perfect as always, not a strand out of place despite the humid evening. “Bad day at the office?”

“Bad week,” I corrected, watching as she signaled the waiter. “Bad month, Bad year, actually.”

“Vodka martini, extra dirty,” she ordered before turning back to me. “Let me guess, still stewing over your cousin and his little marketing wife?”

I shot her a withering look. “Your counteroffer idea was a complete waste, just as I suspected.”

“It was worth trying,” Penelope replied with a casual shrug, but I caught the flash of irritation in her eyes. She hated failing as much as I did.

The waiter returned with her martini, three olives pierced by a toothpick. Penelope plucked one off and popped it into her mouth before continuing.

“We’ve got so many options still on the table,” she said, leaning forward. “The Thompson account was just one approach. I have connections at several publications who’d love to run more stories about the gold–digging marketing exec who seduced her way to the top.”

“That angle might actually be working,” I admitted, swirling what remained of my drink. “I had lunch with my grandfather yesterday, and he mentioned seeing the article. He played it off, but I could tell it planted a seed of doubt.”

“Really?” Penelope brightened, taking a long sip of her martini. “Do tell.”

asked how Alexander and Olivia seemed at the last

do you think this marriage is fake anyway?” Penelope asked, her perfectly shaped eyebrows drawing together. “I mean, I want it to be fake because

never committed to a woman for longer than it takes milk to expire, suddenly fell madly in love with some random employee right after being told he needs to marry to keep control of the company?

put

doesn’t matter,” I continued, leaning closer. “I just need to create enough friction to break them apart. Once the

then you get the controlling power,” Penelope finished, her lips curving

and pulled out my phone.

image showed Olivia sitting at a bar, laughing at something James Westbrook was

asked, zooming in on

ago at O’Malley’s. My source says they talked for nearly

James were at a café table, coffee mugs between them. She was

has always had a thing for poaching other

“I don’t see it, Victoria. They’re just talking. There’s no sexual tension, no furtive touching.” She handed the phone back to me. “Trust me, I know what

she looks a little too interested in what he’s saying?” I asked, scrutinizing the café photo

business conversation,” Penelope replied flatly. “Your

right about the photos. But there’s something off about their marriage, and I’m going to figure out

martini and

same thing,” I agreed, a slow smile spreading across my face. “And I might have just the

eyes gleaming with

a two–pronged approach,” I began, lowering my voice. “First, we

waited impatiently as she thanked him, watching his eyes linger appreciatively on her cleavage before he moved

out of earshot, “we

“Go on.”

has always had a weakness for beautiful women throwing themselves at

smile forming. “I’m more than happy to

I remarked dryly. “But we need to be strategic about this. The goal isn’t just to seduce him; it’s

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