Love at First Night: The Billionaire's First Love-Chapter 65: I know where it hurts

>Eleina

"Damn it."

I clicked my tongue in irritation and bit down on the nail on my thumb until it almost bled, my legs crossed lazily on the recliner inside my office. My red lipstick stained my nails from how hard it was pressed under my lips.

The chair that was specifically imported and custom-made for me rattles. No matter how expensive or comfortable it couldn’t fix my mood. My fingers are anxiously tapping on the table.

Why was my sister not doing anything?

After I sent her the photo I took, there was nothing else. She never called or messaged me. Not even a useless warning or even a fuckass plan. She only told me one thing.

Stop following her. Let me handle the rest.

As if I needed to be told what to do, she just kept treating me like a pawn.

I exhaled slowly, picking up my phone whose screen was turned off, and I recklessly threw it on my table in annoyance. Then I started tapping my finger against the armrest.

Waiting had never been my strength. I liked results. Immediate ones. I need to see her suffering.

"Useless," I muttered.

I was already getting annoyed just thinking about it. If she planned to play it safe and drag things out, then she shouldn’t have involved herself in the first place. This is why I shouldn’t trust anyone but myself.

My head lifted when I heard a knock on the door.

My expression changed instantly. I straightened my back and fixed my posture, switching faces as naturally as breathing, just like I always did.

"Enter."

I grabbed a random document from my desk and pretended to read it, my eyes scanning meaningless words.

"General Manager," my secretary said politely, standing near the door. "There’s a phone call for you."

I didn’t even look up. "Who?"

My tone was sharp and impatient. I had no mood for nonsense calls right now, so it had better be worth my time.

"She said her name is Lola Seymour."

My eyes lifted immediately.

Oh.

A slow smile curved my lips.

"Give it to me." I gestured with my hand.

The secretary walked over and handed me the phone.

"You can leave," I added. "I’ll call you when I’m done."

She nodded and quickly stepped out, closing the door behind her. Only then did I bring the phone to my ear.

"Hey," I said casually. "You finally remembered me?"

I leaned back in my chair, spinning it slightly.

Lola clicked her tongue on the other end. Lola was one of the many connections I earned as an internet celebrity.

"You’re unbelievable. Why didn’t you tell me you changed your number? I spent hours trying to reach you." Her voice was slightly annoyed.

Well, I ended up changing my number because anything that reminds me of him would get me spiraling, but I didn’t need to explain that.

I rolled my eyes. "You found me anyway, didn’t you?"

"That’s not the point," she replied, her voice whiny.

"It is to me."

She went silent for a second, clearly irritated. That made me feel better.

"So," I continued, uninterested in her complaints. "You married well, I heard. Congratulations."

"Don’t start," she warned. I would act up too, if I had to marry an old man for money.

I smirked. "Relax. I’m just curious. Power suits you, doesn’t it?"

"Cut the sarcasm," she said. "I know why you’re calling. I’m meeting her tomorrow."

My fingers paused. My back is straightening.

"Oh?" I said lightly, acting unsurprised.

"And?"

"Do you want me to do something?"

Of course, she knew. This is why I love this girl. Good minds think alike and have each other’s back.

I smiled to myself. At least someone around me wasn’t completely useless.

"I knew you were smart," I said. "I don’t even need to explain."

She sighed. "Eleina, you’re always like this. Do you ever stop assuming things?" I can almost imagine the arc on her brows as she says those.

"No," I replied immediately. "Why would I?"

I crossed my legs again and glanced at my reflection in the glass window.

Perfect hair. Perfect makeup. Everything exactly where it should be. This doesn’t deserve anything less than a man like Venzrich Archeval.

"I just want a small favor," I said. "Nothing dramatic."

"That’s what you always say. And I know it’ll end up dramatic anyway."

I ignored her tone and continued, laying out my plan calmly. The more I spoke, the quieter she became.

When I finished, she didn’t respond right away.

"Are you serious?" she finally asked. "I also hate that bitch, but you think that would work?"

I scoffed. "Obviously."

"Won’t that just push them closer together?"

I laughed softly. "You really don’t know him."

She went quiet again, so I kept talking.

"I was his fiancée for six years," I said flatly.

"Six. Years. I know exactly what he hates." I continued. In those six years, I’ve already pushed all of his buttons. When someone as beautiful as I can do that, so can that plain-looking woman.

"That doesn’t mean—"

"He despises women who cross boundaries," I cut her off. "He hates clinginess. He hates being touched without permission."

I paused, then added, "So, you know what exactly will happen if she does all of that."

Lola hesitated. "And if you’re wrong?"

I smiled.

"I’m not."

I was never wrong.

That was the thing about Venzrich. People thought he was complicated. He wasn’t. He was predictable once you learned his rules.

And I learned all of them.

After the call ended, I placed the phone back on the desk and stood up. My heels clicked sharply as I walked toward the window, staring down at the city below.

I didn’t feel sad. I felt annoyed.

Annoyed that things weren’t already settled. Annoyed that she was still there. Annoyed that I even had to involve someone else.

"She’s temporary," I said out loud. "I’m the one who deserves him."

I adjusted my sleeve, smoothing imaginary wrinkles.

That girl didn’t steal him because she was better. She just happened to sleep with him.

And things made from mistakes always broke faster.

The door knocked again.

I frowned. "What now?"

My secretary peeked in nervously. "General Manager, your schedule for tomorrow—"

"Cancel my afternoon meetings," I said. "All of them."

"Understood."

Once the door closed again, I picked up my bag and glanced at the time.

Tomorrow would be interesting.

I smiled faintly, already imagining the outcome.

People like her never knew when to stop. I’ll tell her exactly why she was below me.

I pulled the smaller cabinet in my table open, picking the blue envelope inside it.

"It’s time I met this person." I smiled, smelling the faint fragrance in the paper. "A maid, huh?"