Echoes of Vengeance: The Sweet Wife's Perfect Revenge-Chapter 92: Three Women

At Damien’s office, Ashford Holdings,

Damien watched as Aveline rushed into the washroom. Then she downed a whole glass of water. She collapsed on the couch, closed her eyes, and patted her chest to calm herself.

After ruining his plan, his life, and his hard work, how could he watch her relax peacefully?

His breathing hitched, his eyes narrowed at her, control slipping from his fingers. He stormed toward her. His fingers wrapped around her slender neck.

Her eyes shot open in terror. But before she could react further, he pressed her against the couch and started squeezing her neck in a deadly grip.

Her eyes filled with tears from the pain. She failed to scream, her voice crushed beneath his grip. Her hands started clawing at him desperately, trying to push him away, nails scraping against his skin.

But he pressed his knee onto the couch for leverage and used his other hand to tighten the chokehold.

His eyes glinted with cold darkness, pupils dilated with murderous intent, while watching her eyes turn bloodshot, veins bulging as they nearly popped from their sockets.

Her body convulsed violently beneath him, legs kicking frantically as she fought for air that wouldn’t come. Saliva frothed at the corners of her mouth as she gagged helplessly.

If he killed her, her land, her life insurance, and all her businesses would become his. The Ashford shares would return to the Ashfords, to him.

"Die..." he hissed through gritted teeth, pressing his thumbs deeper into her windpipe. Her face turned purple, her struggles growing weaker as her eyes rolled back, showing only whites.

Her fingers clawed weakly at his wrists, leaving bloody scratches, before her arms began to fall limp...

...

"Damien..." Aveline’s voice snapped him out of his daydream.

Damien rubbed his neck, his fingers still itching to do what his mind had played out. But he watched her pat the place beside her on the couch.

No, he didn’t sit next to her. He was barely holding his control.

"You..." He sounded breathless, unable to compose himself. "You should have become the chairman." He didn’t mean it. He was saying it to get answers out of her. freёweɓnovel_com

Aveline watched his eyes looking everywhere but at hers. His breathing was labored, his body rigid with tension. And his hands? He was shaking with pure rage. His fingers were twitching to grab something, and his jaw was clenched so hard she could see the veins throbbing on his neck and forehead.

It would be a lie if she said she wasn’t scared. But she hid it.

Damien had been planning to become CEO and eventually get the shares to become chairman. Though it would have taken time, with the power of attorney in her hand, he had gotten a taste of the shortcut.

And she had ruined it. She wasn’t surprised to see him thirsting for her blood. However, she was prepared to divert the threat looming over her.

"Me?" Aveline pointed at herself. "No. I don’t qualify for the position." She brushed off his words with a wave. "Ashford Holdings is yours, Damien." Her voice was clearer than crystal.

Damien met her eyes. If she knew it, why didn’t she elect him?

Aveline continued without letting him interrupt. "I was planning to push you forward, but Grandmother Eleanor sent me a message. Wait..."

Damien took a deep breath to contain himself. His grandmother wasn’t reachable by any of them. Does Aveline know about her whereabouts?

Quickly fishing her phone from her bag, Aveline handed it to him. "I tried calling her right after I received the message, but she didn’t answer my call. Should we file a missing person report?"

Damien ignored her words and read the message on her phone.

[Aveline, currently, you just hold my power of attorney. It means you are representing me and my decisions. I don’t want to push more responsibility on Damien. It will distract him from Project Crown. You are too young to be chairman. Pick Mrs. Rowe and learn under her. Don’t disappoint me.]

’No... Impossible.’ He checked the time of the message. She had received the message just a minute before the meeting.

He read the message again. It became even more difficult for him to accept that Eleanor had chosen Mrs. Rowe, the new chairman of Ashford Holdings.

When had he ever complained about his work or more responsibilities at the company?

He didn’t slog his ass for more than nine years just to hear this, just to have what was rightfully his snatched away.

He looked at Aveline, who was watching him with anticipation. He hated women. Especially the three women who had ruined his life.

One who chose what he should do, another who followed the instruction, and another who agreed to the proposition.

How dare these women decide his life?

If Aveline had decided to choose Linette Rowe, he probably would have killed her right there. But she was just following Eleanor’s command. And the foolish woman had blindly followed it.

Yet he blamed Aveline as much as Eleanor. Because she could have told him beforehand. So he didn’t trust himself around her any longer.

His hand shook as he returned her phone. "Go to your work," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Oookay..." She sounded concerned, but she picked up her bag and quietly left the room before she became his victim.

Just as the door closed, Aveline heard something smash on the floor, followed by another heavy object cracking. Then Damien growled like a wild beast.

Damien’s secretary rushed over and flashed an awkward smile. "Mrs. Ashford, you should leave..."

"Damien..." She pointed at the door and pretended to move toward it.

The secretary immediately blocked her path. "All of us were expecting Director Damien to become the chairman, if not you. It’s his dream to head the company. It’s normal that he’s upset."

Aveline gasped, her hand covering her mouth in disbelief. "Oh my god, why didn’t he tell me?" She tried to move again. "I should talk to him."

The secretary knew Damien would kill her if she went in there. So he blocked her again. "It’s not a good idea. Sir will call you once he cools down."

Aveline nodded, looking sad as she left Ashford Holdings.

...

Sitting in the car, Alaric watched Aveline appear, hiding her smirk as she walked out of Ashford Holdings. He breathed a sigh of relief. Not at her success, but seeing her unharmed.

He had tried to sit in NexGuard and wait. But he didn’t want to arrive late if she fell into danger. Hence, he had been waiting at the entrance from the moment she stepped inside.

"Where is Vivienne Sinclair right now?" he asked Ezra, watching Aveline drive away.

"At Sinclair Lifestyle," Ezra responded.

"Get her to Obsidian," Alaric instructed and shifted his focus to the laptop.

Ezra nodded and drove toward Obsidian.

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At Laurent Industries,

As soon as Aveline got in the car, her first call went straight to her father, who was worried sick. Then she stood in front of Charles, who was waiting to see her as flawless as she had left the Laurent mansion.

She sat across from her brother and grinned, making him wince.

"Stop creeping me," He hissed, "What do you want?".

Aveline ignored his words, "My first project will be concluded in less than three weeks," she began.

Charles nodded. Despite the pressure from Damien, Aveline and her team had come up with metallic gold and silver threads that subtly shifted under candlelight. Though those threads were manufactured using modern machines, the material used was unique and rare. Impossible to mass-produce or counterfeit.

Her voice dropped. "Find a new manager."

Charles didn’t mind if she wanted to resign. But the point was what she was hiding. "You want to start your Grace and Bloom?"

She grinned again as she responded excitedly. "I want to try my luck with the charity gala that’s in three months." The gala brought wealthy people from all over the country to Velmora. An opportunity that could build her company.

"Before that, I need to have an awe-inspiring portfolio," she added.

Charles took a moment to take up her words and looked at her in disbelief. "Lina, you just lit a wildfire in Damien’s life, and you’re planning your future here."

Aveline shrugged, looking all the more innocent. "Let him burn. I’ll build something fireproof."

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