Came Back as an Heiress After My Ex-Fiancé Made Me Blind novel Chapter 31

Upon hearing her words, Dempsey's eyes widened as if struck by lightning. "What do you mean? Are you trying to steal Amelia's credit? Just how malicious can you be? Amelia risked her life to save me, and now you want to take that credit for yourself? Don’t you have any conscience?"

Seeing Dempsey's reaction, Victoria remained calm, anticipating this kind of response.

Truly beyond redemption.

Dempsey, in his delusion, thought Victoria wanted to claim credit for Amelia's actions. He charged at her, ready to slap some sense into her. "I'll wake you up right now!"

Victoria's eyes flashed.

She wasn’t going to let him assault her.

No. She raised her leg and kicked him squarely!

A loud thud echoed through the air.

Dempsey was knocked down on the staircase landing.

His arm turned blue and purple from the impact as he grabbed the handrail, struggling to prevent himself from tumbling down the stairs.

Victoria had dared to kick him!

She almost kicked him down the stairs!

Dempsey was so furious his lips trembled.

He struggled to get up, intending to berate her, but the auction house's security guards hurried up from the first floor.

They glanced at Victoria and then at Dempsey.

Naturally, they deduced that Victoria, accompanying Mr. Moore, was a distinguished guest of the auction house. As for Dempsey...

"Mr. Montgomery, the second floor isn't accessible to just anyone. The auction is over. Please leave immediately," the head guard sneered.

Not just anyone?

When had Dempsey ever been insulted like this?

He raged, "Open your eyes and see! I am the third master of the Montgomery family!"

The head guard sneered again, "Third Master of the Montgomery family? Well, gentlemen, let's 'escort' this Young Master of the Montgomery family out, shall we?"

Though he said "escort," the security guards rushed in, not holding back as they swiftly forced Dempsey out.

Third Young Master of the Montgomery family?

In front of Mr. Moore, what did the Montgomery family count for?

In a matter of seconds, the area around Victoria cleared up. Everything that had been annoying vanished.

Ah, this...

Victoria didn't even have time to react.

The security guards of the auction house were quite good.

At this moment, she caught sight of Jack walking over. He must have just finished his phone call.

After leaving the auction house, the two went to a restaurant for supper.

Inside the private chamber, Victoria had a few bites of food and looked around. She asked Jack across the table, "By the way, did you bring back the box the necklace was in?"

"Why?" he inquired.

"I feel a bit pressured wearing such an expensive necklace while eating. I think my neck is bearing a weight it shouldn't," Victoria said, considering taking off the necklace. "What if it accidentally bumps into something?"

Jack, nonchalant, picked up a piece of shrimp for her. "Let it bump. It's just a necklace."

Victoria, not one to be sheltered from the world, glanced at him and decided not to take it off, continuing to wear it as she ate.

The restaurant's cooking was excellent.

The dishes suited her taste, especially one that she particularly liked.

Jack noticed this detail and silently took note. This was the flavor she enjoyed.

Jack bent down, one hand on her shoulder, the other under her knees, and princess-carried her.

He left the restaurant with long strides and returned to Pinecroft.

Jack carried Victoria out of the car.

The head butler, witnessing this scene, was momentarily stunned and quickly approached, asking, "Sir, what's happening to Miss Victoria?"

Jack's deep voice was low, "Prepare some hangover tea."

The head butler finally understood. Miss Victoria was drunk.

Seeing how serious Sir was, he thought something severe had happened to her.

It's just being drunk. Why is Sir so concerned? He must really care about her, he thought.

Jack carried Victoria upstairs and back to her room. He gently placed her on the bed, asking with concern, "Is there anything uncomfortable?"

Victoria lay on the bed, her clear eyes misted over. "Who... who are you?"

She was quite drunk indeed.

"I'm Jack."

"J... Jack?" Victoria's reaction was delayed by a whole beat. After thinking for a long while, she finally understood. "Jack, ah, the man who opposed me since childhood!"

She said this and suddenly waved her hand upwards.

Due to her drunken state, her strength was uncontrolled.

With this slap, a crisp sound echoed as it landed on Jack's face.

Jack was struck, his head turning slightly to the side.

A bright red mark instantly appeared on his handsome, fair face.