Chapter: 935

Carson smiled. It seemed Victor believed him.

In a good mood, Carson sat up straight and replied, “Maybe. Moments after I came out, I saw Rachel come out, too, and there was a man beside her. I could only see his back, but I think he might be Roger."

Victor's eyes darkened. He squeezed the bottle so hard that the cap popped off, and water spilled everywhere, drenching his hand.

"Hey, don't take it out on me. The Jimenez family have introduced many women to Roger in the past four years, but Roger didn't Like any of them and remained single. He fought you for Rachel many times four years ago, but now that Rachel has returned, I don't think he'll do that again," Carson said.

Victor didn't reply, though.

It was so quiet on the other end of the call that Carson thought he had lost the connection. He checked the phone's signal in surprise.

However, the phone signal was still good.

"Victor!"

“Is that all?" Victor asked in a low voice.

When Carson heard the tone, he was stunned.

"Why have you reacted like this?"

Victor tossed the crumpled bottle into the trash can and returned to the sofa. His expression turned as cold as before, and he acted as though he hadn't heard Carson's question.

The only evidence of the panic-fueled rage he had briefly flown into was the wet spot on the carpet where water from the bottle had spilled.

Victor was restraining himself.

There was a brief silence in the other line. Then, Victor said, “Bye.”

He ended the call without giving Carson the opportunity to respond.

Carson's eyes narrowed and the corner of his mouth twitched. It seemed that things have gone quite different from what he planned. He had thought that once Victor learned that Rachel was with Roger, he would ask him where they were and then go look for her.

However, Victor was surprisingly calm. Carson even believed that seeing the depressed and regretful man in the past four years was an illusion.

Nonetheless, he had already led Rachel to the villa.

Carson shrugged it off and still sent Victor the villa number, muted the phone, and tossed it on the passenger seat. A smile formed on his lips.

"As a friend, this is all I can do."

He stepped on the accelerator. The Ferrari pulled out of the parking lot and drove away from the Waterfront Hotel.

Ding!

A message popped out.

Victor's eyes narrowed as he examined Carson's text message on his phone. When he was done reading, he deleted everything in a swipe.