Avery's Game Of Revenge
Chapter 169: Met UP With The Asshole

Chapter 169: Met UP With The Asshole

Jodi glanced out her window, then shot Avery a knowing look. "Told you. A villa."

Avery exhaled, her unease deepening. "We’re leaving soon anyway. Why did we have to come here first?" she muttered under her breath.

Before the driver could step out to open the door, she pushed it open herself and stepped onto the gravel driveway, her gaze sweeping over the scene before her.

The private villa was nestled deep within the woods, surrounded by towering trees that swayed gently in the breeze. A long, winding driveway led up to the grand structure, its path lined with antique lanterns that cast a soft, golden glow. The villa itself was a masterpiece of modern and rustic architecture, with sleek glass windows that reflected the moonlight and stone walls that blended seamlessly with nature.

A wraparound balcony stretched across the second floor, offering a perfect view of the dense forest beyond. The front entrance featured double wooden doors with intricate carvings, and ivy climbed up parts of the exterior, adding to its secluded, almost enchanted feel. The scent of pine and earth filled the air, accompanied by the distant sound of a babbling creek. Despite the tranquility, there was an undeniable sense of exclusivity, as if this place was hidden away from the rest of the world—untouchable and secret.

Avery turned to face the others, only to find them still seated inside the car.

"What are you guys doing? Let’s just see what they want so we can be on our way to the hotel," she urged.

Jodi, however, pulled the door shut from the inside, leaning against the window with a smirk. "Looks like we’re not exactly welcome here, Ava."

"Unwanted?" Avery echoed, her brows knitting together.

Jodi nodded, while Alice shot her a confused glance. Then, without a word, she lifted her phone and turned the screen toward Avery, showing her the message exchange with Neil.

Jo: Where are we headed? This is supposed to be official, remember? We need a hotel room, not a private residence. We don’t want to draw unnecessary attention to ourselves.

Neil: That was my mistake. I was supposed to send two cars over.

Jo: Two?

Neil: Arch wants his wife with him. You and Miss Sherman will be taken to the hotel. You’re staying with me... right?

Avery’s eyes froze on the words "Arch wants his wife with him." Her fingers tightened around the phone as her mind whirled. He had said they could continue their date. Was this...

She didn’t have time to finish the thought before movement from beyond the grand villa gates caught her attention. A man approached with a broad smile, his polished demeanor giving away his role even before he spoke.

"We’ve been expecting you, Mrs.—"

"Miss," Avery interrupted swiftly, cutting him off before Alice could hear. "It’s Miss Donovan."

Behind her, Jodi’s amused voice rang out. "Looks like this is our cue to leave. See you later tonight, Ava. Byyeee."

Before she could respond, Jodi rolled up the window, and the car pulled away, leaving her standing in front of the villa.

With a small sigh, she turned back to the man who had come to welcome her. "Hi..."

"Welcome, Madam," he greeted smoothly. "I’m Titus, the butler in charge of—"

"Sorry to interrupt," Avery cut in, "but where is Archie? Is he in right now?"

Titus nodded and gestured for Avery to follow him up the paved pathway. "Mr. Donovan is in the library. He requested not to be disturbed since he’s in a meeting."

As they reached the patio, they climbed the short flight of steps leading into the villa. "So, I’m supposed to just sit and wait for him?"

"Actually, no," Titus replied smoothly. "He instructed me to arrange for a masseuse, a makeup artist, a hairstylist, and a designer. He said you’d need them upon arrival."

Avery frowned. "But I brought everything I need with me."

Noticing the butler’s hesitant and conflicted expression, she sighed in resignation. "Well, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to have professionals take care of everything."

"Not at all," Titus agreed, immediately leading her through the grand living room toward another section of the house, where a flurry of activity was already underway.

Several women in coordinated uniforms were carefully hanging up an array of elegant evening gowns on a rack, while a man with a high-pitched, distinctly theatrical voice was arranging hairstyling tools in front of a large mirror.

At the sight of Avery, he let out an exaggerated screech. "Is that you, Avaaaa? You look..." He paused dramatically, pressing a hand to his chest. "You know what? I’ll keep that comment to myself. But honey, I can already see thousands of ways to make that hair of yours look so much better."

Avery blinked, unsure whether to be offended or amused. "Oh... well," she murmured, at a loss for words.

The man beamed and extended his hand. "I’m Greene."

"Nice to meet you," she replied, shaking his hand, though she barely had time to process the introduction before Titus stepped forward and fixed the man with a sharp glare.

"Just do your job and keep your mouth shut," he reprimanded before turning back to her with a gentler tone. "The massage room is that way, ma’am."

Avery nodded, offering a small smile before making her way toward the indicated room. As she stepped inside, she was met with the sight of a young woman with delicate features and a welcoming expression.

"Welcome, Mrs. Donovan," the woman greeted politely.

Avery didn’t bother to correct her. There was no one here who didn’t already know the truth, so what was the point? Instead, she returned the woman’s smile. "Thank you..."

"Grace," the woman supplied.

"Thank you, Grace." Avery’s gaze wandered across the room, taking in the tranquil atmosphere before she furrowed her brows slightly. "So... what’s next?"

Grace turned to retrieve a neatly folded robe from a nearby shelf. "You can change into this first," she said, then added reassuringly, "It’s brand new... never been worn."

Avery accepted the robe with a nod of gratitude. "Thanks."

Turning away from Grace, she swiftly shed her clothes and wrapped the plush robe around herself.

Once she was ready, she called out, "Alright, I’m done."

A moment later, Grace stepped back into the room, ready to begin.

♤

Meanwhile, in the villa’s library, Archie sat at his desk, his phone in hand, eyes narrowed at the screen. He was staring at his messages to Avery that were yet to get a reply, while the voice from his laptop droned on in the background.

"Why the fuck isn’t she replying?" he muttered under his breath.

"Did you say something, sir?"

Archie cast a quick glance at the conference call on his laptop, barely acknowledging the speaker. With a dismissive wave, he replied, "Nothing. Continue."

But he wasn’t listening. Instead, he exited the chat app and opened a social media platform, scrolling through the trending topics. The moment he saw the headlines, his back stiffened.

#1 BRIAN WALKER AND AVA DONOVAN MEET UP: IS OUR KIND CEO FALLING FOR THE BAD EGG ONCE AGAIN?!

#2 MEETUP IN FRONT OF RNW: WHAT COULD BE MORE SUSPICIOUS?! AVA—REAL SLUT OR ACTUAL COINCIDENCE?!

#3 BRIAN WALKER PROPOSED TO AVA DONOVAN? READ ARTICLE TO FIND OUT...

A mirthless chuckle escaped his lips as he clicked on each article, reading every word with growing irritation. By the time he finished, his amusement had curdled into pure fury.

"She met that fucking asshole and ignored my texts?" he seethed.

Turning to his laptop, he deadpanned, "Carry on without me." Then, without waiting for a response, he slammed it shut.

Pushing back from his desk, he dialed Avery’s number as he strode toward the door. The call rang, unanswered.

"Pick up the damn phone, Ava," he growled. "And explain yourself."

Before he could pull open the door, it swung open to reveal Titus standing on the other side.

"What do you want?" he asked, irritation lacing his tone.

Titus bowed slightly. "Sir, the madam arrived half an hour ago. I intended to inform you immediately, but—"

"Where is she?" Archie cut in.

"The massage room. She is—"

"Thank you, Titus." Archie didn’t wait for the rest. "Go handle your tasks."

Without another word, he stormed down the hallway, ignoring the flurry of activity in the room before his destination. He reached the massage room and pushed the door open without warning, taking in the scene before him in an instant.

Avery was lying there.

Alone in the room.

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