Chapter 1580 - 1579: I Did It for My Darling

Chapter 1580: Chapter 1579: I Did It for My Darling

Second, what the hell kind of welcome banquet is Amelia Grant holding when both her legs are broken?!!

Sitting in a wheelchair!?

"Sir Victor, I’d already arranged for our people to get into that hospital in Country M. In less than a week, we would’ve quietly turned Amelia Grant straight into a vegetable. But her sudden return to the country was completely outside my expectations. The plan’s already ruined. Boss, what do you think we should do now?"

The assistant with the gold-rimmed glasses asked cautiously.

Terrified that the man in the main seat would suddenly kick him, leaving him spitting blood and crippled on the spot—all because he hadn’t handled what the Boss had assigned him.

"Not bad."

However, Victor Gale just faintly curled his lips. The Grant Family really did have some brains.

They were definitely not simple characters.

Victor Gale tilted his head slightly, looked over at the assistant, and, godlike in his noble bearing, parted his thin lips to order, "Get me an invitation to that banquet."

The assistant’s eyes widened in shock as he blurted, disbelieving, "Boss, you’re not thinking of going to the Grant Family to attend that welcome banquet for Amelia Grant, are you?!!!"

She’s just a woman who can’t even make it onto the stage. A little welcome banquet—who knows what the venue is like. Even if it’s held at a seven-star hotel, Victor Gale going would only be lowering himself.

How could he go?

If the Gale Clan found out, they definitely wouldn’t agree, okay?

"Boss, please reconsider. You really can’t go. To help Miss deal with Amelia Grant, you absolutely don’t need to show up in person. Leave it to me this time, and I guarantee I won’t screw it up again. Otherwise I’ll resign on my own."

"Please give me another chance."

Victor Gale was an unimaginably formidable man. Everyone around him had long been utterly conquered by him; his subordinates never dared show the slightest hint of disrespect or negligence, or they’d lose their heads.

"You’re wrong."

Victor Gale said blandly, "I’m going for my baby."

He’d traveled across borders from thousands of miles away. Even though Victor Gale and Eva Nightingale were staying at the same seven-star hotel, even on the same floor, he always lacked a proper reason to see her.

To keep Eva Nightingale from feeling startled or afraid, he could only proceed step by step.

There was no helping it—Eva Nightingale was the flesh of his heart.

He couldn’t openly and rightfully claim her yet; for now he could only love her in secret, turning the guilt of more than twenty years entirely into love for her.

It wasn’t hard for Victor Gale to guess that Eva Nightingale would go to the Grant Family to attend Amelia Grant’s welcome banquet. If he’d judged it right, then that banquet would be the best opportunity to spend time with and get close to Eva Nightingale.

Throughout this year of her flash marriage with Lucas Knight, he’d been watching her from the shadows precisely to find such a suitable, reasonable chance. How could he let it slip by?

"Sir Victor, you mean, for Miss?" The assistant was dumbfounded, and asked in confusion, "Sir Victor, with your influence across continents, with your current status and position, you could completely just bring Miss back to the Gale Clan and keep her by your side, so you wouldn’t have to suffer this lovesickness..."

"Doing it like this..."

No matter how he tried, the assistant just couldn’t figure out why.

Victor Gale crossed one leg over the other and lit a top-grade Saint Laurent cigar. "You don’t understand how much she matters to me."

There’s a saying: the more you care, the easier it is to lose.

Victor Gale was afraid of losing her.

When you got down to it, he was actually very grateful to Eliana Beckett—grateful that she’d borne him such a beautiful, brilliant daughter.

And at the same time, he harbored endless guilt.