Chapter 28 Envy Over Oscar

Hearing this, Wesley Merritt abruptly halted his meal, his gaze snapping to Violet Leach's phone, his eyes dark and glinting with icy sharpness. Violet clicked her tongue and glanced at her phone. "Find me a good match? Eleanor Young would do me such a favor? Now I'm curious—what exactly did that woman pick for me? Some fifty- or sixty-year-old man?" "What kind of man were you hoping for? With your infamous reputation, do you still dream of snagging a wealthy young heir?" Heaven Leach sneered. Violet arched an eyebrow. Right on the mark. She knew full well Eleanor Young was trying to push her into a living hell. "What's wrong with my reputation? The cheating was all that blind fool's doing—he couldn't see straight! And the so-called ‘innocent green tea' act? Pure faking. I'm the real victim here!" "I don't have time for this! Listen—this weekend, you *will* go to that blind date!" Heaven Leach barked, his voice laced with command. Violet picked up a meatball, popped it into her mouth,