My Husband Is a Million Years Old Vampire-Chapter 34

At that moment Valentina’s eyes darkened, her once calm expression turning ice-cold. She turned to face Victoria fully, her gaze dripping with disgust and contempt.

Her voice, when she spoke, was quiet, yet it carried an undeniable weight of warning.

"This is your last warning, Victoria."

Immediately Victoria’s smirk faltered slightly, but Valentina didn’t stop.

"The next time you see me, I suggest you mind your business." Her words were slow, deliberate. "And the next time you dare tarnish my mother’s name, I won’t just stand here and listen."

At that moment her jaw clenched, her stare piercing through Victoria’s confidence like a blade.

"I am not going to watch you spew this nonsense about my mother ever again. But because today is her remembrance day, I am willing to let this go. Only today."

Her fists tightened by her sides, but her face remained eerily composed.

"My mother would never want her day to be tainted by trash."

Hearing what Valentina just said.

Victoria’s face twisted in anger. "You—"

Valentina stepped forward just slightly, her eyes flashing with something dangerous.

"But let me make one thing very, very clear." She tilted her head, her voice dropping to a sharp whisper. "Be weary of me, Victoria."

Victoria froze.

"I won’t let this nonsense slide next time."

With that, Valentina turned on her heels and walked away, her steps firm, unwavering. She didn’t wait for Victoria’s response.

At that moment Victoria’s face twisted in anger, her fists clenching as she watched Valentina walk away without sparing her another glance. The fact that her offer was outright ignored, as if it were beneath consideration, only added fuel to the rage burning inside her.

With a sharp huff, she turned to the manager, her voice laced with venom.

"This is nonsense!" she spat. "I am canceling my VIP membership immediately!"

Hearing what Victoria just said.

The manager stiffened, but Victoria didn’t wait for a response. She spun on her heels and stormed out of the store, her heels clicking sharply against the polished floor.

Once inside her sleek black car, she slammed the door shut, gripping the steering wheel so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

Her breathing was heavy, erratic. The humiliation Valentina had just thrown at her—publicly, no less—was something she couldn’t just brush off.

At that moment Her jaw clenched, her eyes flashing with malice.

Then, as if a switch flipped in her mind, a memory surfaced.

She had the private contact of one of the directors of the company—the same man who had attended to her personally during an exclusive VIP gathering.

Immediately Her lips curled into a smirk.

She remembered their conversation that night, the way the director’s eyes lingered on her, the way he had been too eager to keep her entertained.

Without being told she knew there was interest. And she knew exactly how to capitalize on it.

Without hesitation, she grabbed her phone and scrolled through her contacts.

Her smirk deepened as she tapped on his number.

At that moment Victoria tapped her manicured fingers against the steering wheel as the phone rang. The irritation boiled inside her, but the moment the call connected, she softened her tone, her voice taking on a sweet yet sharp edge.

"Edward, Sir," she purred, her anger tightly leashed behind a feigned air of calm.

"Victoria," Edward greeted warmly, his voice smooth and collected.

"To what do I owe the pleasure? You rarely call."

Victoria let out a dramatic sigh, shaking her head as if he could see her frustration through the phone.

"Well, Edward, I’m afraid this call isn’t for pleasure," she said, her tone dipping into feigned disappointment.

"Something happened today, and I’ve decided to cancel my VIP membership with your company."

Immediately there was a brief pause on the other end. Edward’s pleasant demeanor shifted instantly, his voice laced with concern.

"Cancel?" he echoed, sounding genuinely baffled.

"Victoria, that’s... unexpected. What on earth happened?"

Victoria smirked at his reaction. Exactly what she wanted.

"Well," she started, leaning back against the plush leather of her seat, "I was at the store today, shopping for some remembrance items for my grandfather. Naturally, as a VIP member, I expected the privileges I was entitled to. But imagine my shock when I found myself being disrespected and overlooked—in favor of someone else."

At that moment Edward furrowed his brows on the other end of the call.

"That’s unacceptable," he said, his voice darker now, his professional side kicking in.

"Victoria, you know very well that your VIP status grants you priority. No one should have been put ahead of you."

"Exactly!" Victoria exclaimed, feigning distress.

"I was about to purchase those items, but then this woman—this nobody—came in and caused a scene. And to make things worse, your staff sided with her!"

Edward’s jaw tightened.

"That doesn’t sound right. Are you sure about this?"

Victoria huffed.

"Edward, you know I wouldn’t be calling you over something trivial," she said, her voice laced with frustration.

"I’ve been a loyal VIP member for years. I always get the best treatment. And now, suddenly, I’m being disrespected?" frёewebηovel.cѳm

At that moment Edward let out a slow breath.

"You’re absolutely right," he said. "As a VIP member, you have priority access. That should never have happened."

Victoria’s lips curled into a victorious smirk.

Then her nails drummed against the armrest of her seat as she let out a frustrated sigh.

"You won’t believe this, Edward," she continued, her voice dripping with disdain. "At first, everything was going as it should. I picked out my items, the finest in the store, of course. But then—"

She paused dramatically, shaking her head.

"Some nobody, a random customer without any rank, dared to want the same items I wanted. Naturally, as a VIP member, I expected priority. And, as they should, they sold it to me."

Edward nodded on the other end of the line. "That’s the proper protocol. But what exactly made you angry?"

Victoria exhaled sharply. "Oh, that’s the part that had me absolutely fuming."

She leaned forward, her voice dropping slightly, as though she were revealing something scandalous.

"There was this particular item—the Celestial Aureate Tribute Set."

At that moment Edward’s breath hitched slightly at the name.

Victoria smirked, knowing she had just dropped a bomb.

"Yes, that Celestial Aureate Tribute Set. The one crafted with white jade, sapphire inlays, and an intricate 24K gold filigree pattern, meant exclusively for legacy clients."

Edward’s frown deepened.

"That piece is not for sale," he said, his voice suddenly more serious.

Immediately Victoria let out a mocking laugh.

"Exactly!" she said. "And yet, Edward, your manager—that imbecile—hand-delivered it to that woman as a gift."

Edward’s hand gripped his pen tightly.

"A gift!!"

Victoria let out a bitter scoff.

"A gift, Edward. Not a discount. Not a special offer. A gift. He bowed to her like she was some kind of royalty and handed it over like a servant presenting an offering to an empress."

At that moment Edward sat back in his chair, his jaw tightening.

"That’s... highly irregular," he murmured.

"Did she request it?"

Victoria laughed mockingly.

"Request it? Please, she didn’t even have to ask! The manager just ran off, fetched it, and handed it to her on a silver platter. And what’s worse? your manager didn’t even want her pay a single cent!"

Edward’s eyes darkened as he processed this information.

"A nobody customer received a priceless tribute set as a gift?"

At that moment Victoria’s lips curled into a victorious smirk.

Now, she has Valentina in situation exactly where she wanted.

"Now I’m going to ask, what does an ordinary customer has over a VIP like me"