His Wicked Obsession (Archer and Virginia) novel Chapter 207

Archer led her over and casually took a seat across from him.

Julian glanced up, pushed the chips aside, wiped his hands, and accepted the lawyer's letter with a smirk.

Flipping through two pages, he let out a scoff.

"Silas Mercer? This is it?"

He turned to the last page, took a sip of his Americano, and leaned back in his chair.

"Ms. Caldwell, leave this case to me. You have absolutely nothing to worry about."

"What I need you to prepare are the consultation files, informed consent forms, and treatment plan logs. Send me digital copies of everything."

"Oh, and you should have her intake assessment report from when she first came in, right? Send that over as well."

Virginia nodded blankly. "I'll organize everything and email it to you today."

Julian tossed the letter onto the table, tore open his bag of chips, and tossed one into his mouth.

Archer narrowed his eyes, shooting him a sharp, intimidating glare.

Julian immediately sat up straighter. "Don't worry, Boss. This case is a slam dunk. I just skimmed it, and their grounds for the lawsuit are riddled with holes. Knowing Silas, he likely only took this case because he was paid an exorbitant fee."

Swallowing the chip, he added, "Honestly, the person pulling the strings behind the scenes is way more interesting than the case itself."

Virginia looked at him, then at the practically scowling Archer, and said nothing.

Julian winked at her. "Ms. Caldwell, put your mind at ease. The Boss specifically requested me for this. If I lose, I might as well resign from my position as Chief Legal Officer."

Virginia thanked him, then turned her attention to Archer.

"I owe you a favor for your help today. I'll make sure to repay it when I get the chance."

Watching their dynamic, Julian couldn't help but mentally whistle.

Who would have thought? The Boss's ex-wife was quite intriguing. Her features were flawless, but her personality... was a bit frosty.

"When did you promise her that?"

"During our video call yesterday."

She took a deep breath, desperately wanting to tell him not to make casual promises to a child, but saying that out loud would only make her sound petty.

"Let's go." Archer was already walking toward the exit. "The lamb chops need to marinate for two hours. We won't have time if we wait any longer."

Virginia stood glued to the floor, watching his retreating figure—tall and impeccably straight, his dark gray tailored suit accentuating his broad shoulders as he walked with effortless confidence.

Pressing her lips together, she finally followed him.

Because she needed to run upstairs to grab some documents, Virginia had barely stepped out of the café when a crowd of people rushed toward them from a distance.

Squinting, she recognized several of the faces.

It was Piper Price, Mrs. Price, the middle-aged man from the previous riot, and a few unfamiliar faces.