"Hey, can you use a nicer idiom? 'Colluding with the enemy'? Your level of cultural literacy is even more worrisome than my dog's." Victoria's voice dripped sarcasm. Using idioms improperly was her dog's specialty.
Hank Clegg looked at Victoria and Albert Park bantering back and forth without any expression. Suddenly, he broke his silence, "Speaking of which, Victoria didn't work in vain."
"Really?" Victoria couldn't believe it, "So I did help you somehow?"
Hank Clegg nodded slightly, glancing at Albert. "If you hadn't gone to mess with Asher Park, pushing Albert completely to Asher's opposing side, Albert wouldn't have made the firm determination to break ties with his own brother."
Victoria blinked, taking a moment to digest Hank's words.
Albert, on the other hand, face-palmed right away.
Hank Clegg sure knew how to hit the nail on the head.
That afternoon, he openly fell out with Asher in order to save Victoria.
