As time slowly trickled away, Irving's anxiety mounted, despite the steel resolve he had cultivated from his trials in his past life.
Like any man, he was innately possessive.
Vicky was now his woman and without his permission, nobody had the right to harm even a single strand of her hair.
"The Taylor family and her Uncle... they won't give up that easily." Irving had long since recognized this.
Despite Anna having publicly announced his role as the lead advisor last time, it wasn't enough to pacify these families. They might not dare to act openly, but that didn't mean they wouldn't resort to underhanded tactics in secret.
Irving had first tried to reach Vicky through several calls, but the only response was a constant, "The number you dialed is busy..."
After a moment of hesitation, Irving decided to go downstairs and have a look. Just as he opened the door, he saw Vicky returning.
