Whispers of Destiny His Belated Love
Chapter 98

Hearing that, Victoria visibly relaxed, her lips instinctively arching upwards, but she quickly checkedherself, holding back the expression.

Maxwell was still looking out for her. She knew it. He had been giving her the cold shoulder latelybecause he was still peeved about her ditching him to go abroad all those years ago.

Rosemary's fingers clenched tightly together, her chin lifted defiantly as she looked down on himfrom her high horse, like a cock ready to rumble, "Dream on. I'm not about to apologize to Victoria."

Maxwell's face was a storm of anger, like a tempest ready to sweep Rosemary up and tear her toshreds, "I'm not asking you to apologize to Victoria; I'm telling you to apologize to the kid."

Victoria, who was all set to come out looking like a peacekeeper and the picture of grace, was leftspeechless.

Rosemary sneered dismissively, "Didn't see that coming. You're actually a decent dad."

Maxwell ignored her sarcasm, stood up, and his towering presence instantly overshadowedRosemary's defiance. He grabbed her wrist, tugged a bit harder than necessary, and yanked heracross his desk into his embrace, "Apologize."

There were still coffee stains on his face, and as Rosemary was pulled towards him, a few drops fellfrom his jawline onto the top of her head.

This jerk just had to drag her down with him.

"If you're that superstitious, afraid my words will come true, then just don't have the kid. You andVictoria, the douchebag and the slut, can play the crappy couple and live happily ever after untilyou're both old and gray. Wouldn't that be sweet?"

Victoria uttered, "Rosemary, the beef between us is at best just some petty vanity and jealousy ofyoung girls. Apart from a few snarky comments in college, I've never done anything extreme, and Ihaven't even been in touch with you for years. Don’t you think calling me ‘slut’ is a bit much?"

Victoria wasn't entirely wrong, but also not entirely right.

To outsiders, it was just some petty squabble where the fans of two campus beauties tried to one-upeach other, though it did get ugly. But the main players never actually got their hands dirty.

Yet, Rosemary knew the reason why those people held fierce animosity towards her was thatVictoria had been pulling strings behind the scenes.

Till now, she still didn't get why Victoria despised her so much. Was it because of that silly popularityranking posted on the forum? They were from different departments and both top students in theirfields. Unable to compete academically, some bored folks started stirring up drama based on looks,figure, and family background.

Rosemary gestured with her eyes to a painting on the desk, "This painting, Maxwell buys it for ahigh price, and the next thing I know, you're all over campus hyping it up. Then Crystal exposes mefor staging the whole thing. Digging such a deep trap just to frame me, make me isolated, andendure the relentless verbal abuse from everyone - just to crush an insignificant me. You guys surewent out of your way."

Victoria panicked, reflexively looking up at Maxwell, only to see him looking unnervingly calm,though his eyes were frosty.

He said, "You were bullied?"

Rosemary pushed him away in disgust, "When you set up this whole thing, didn't you plan out mydire straits? Now coming here acting all concerned, it's nauseating."

Victoria took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves, "Rosemary, I don’t know where you're gettingthese rumors, but I had no idea Maxwell was the one who bought the painting. I only found outwhen I overheard the teachers discussing it and promoted it for the school's recruitment. Idiscussed it with the school administration. If you don't believe me, you can go ask."

Years ago, she had seen Maxwell getting the painting framed and found out he was the high bidderfor Rosemary’s work.

She was blindsided by jealousy and someone else's manipulation and orchestrated the wholescheme through Crystal. After all these years, she never expected it to come back and bite her insuch a way, catching her off guard.

"Rosemary, if you're slinging mud at me because you're jealous, that's really not necessary. I'm heretoday just to connect our leader with some contacts. How the talks go, and whether they succeed ornot, has nothing to do with me."

Victoria tried to change the subject, but things didn't go her way.

Rosemary's lips curled into a smirk, "If it wasn't you, maybe someone else was just bitching around,dying to brown-nose you."

"Rosemary." Maxwell's tone was icy, clearly not pleased, "I bought the painting, but I didn’t knowabout the rest, and I didn't conspire with anyone."

Victoria looked at him in surprise. Knowing Maxwell as she did, even if he doted on a woman, hewould never let anyone walk all over him like this.

Nearly slapped, doused in coffee, and ridiculed as a douchebag, yet he remained unfazedthroughout, except when Rosemary cursed his child.

This wasn’t the ruthless and fearsome CEO of the Templeton Group at all; he was acting like a totalpushover.

Rosemary gave Maxwell a look that screamed “you think I'd believe that?”, "Then tell me, whatabout this painting caught your eye? Do you replace it beautiful, or do you see its collector's value? Ordoes looking at it make you happy?"

Even though every painting was a piece of the artist's soul, Rosemary didn’t like this one bit - it wasfilled with her painful past.

Maxwell was silent for a few seconds, and then sidestepped the question, "I'll have someone lookinto this."

"No need, I’ll check it out myself. I’d be grateful if you didn’t meddle." Rosemary glanced at herwatch, noticing it was nearly quitting time, "We’ll go through with the divorce tomorrow morning. If Idon't see your people at City Hall, my lawyer will file a lawsuit."

If Maxwell found excuses to drag his feet on the divorce, after two years of separation, the courtwould grant it by default.

Rosemary turned to leave, but Maxwell grabbed her hand, not allowing her to move an inch,"Victoria, leave us. We'll discuss the thing another time."

Victoria's face went pale as she instinctively looked at the man next to her. But Maxwell wasn'tlooking at her; his gaze was locked on Rosemary's face.

Victoria closed her eyes for a moment, her cheek now swollen from the slap Rosemary had givenher, "Maxwell, she's being totally unreasonable, throwing a tantrum and hitting me, and you're stilltaking her side?"

"Victoria, get out." Maxwell said, his voice now icy cold, "Whatever the investment amount is, haveyour boss give me a number."

Victoria glanced at him, her eyes filled with both disappointment and sadness, before turning aroundand walking out.

The office door closed behind her. A second later, Maxwell grabbed Rosemary by the chin, pullingher in closer, "You really have to bring up divorce?"

"It's not about bringing it up; we're actually getting a divorce." Rosemary risked self-harm as shestruggled fiercely to break free from his grip, "Stay away from me. Because of you, I now hate allmale creatures; even the sight of a random male dog on the street makes me want to slap it."