Chapter 6 Rarity Creates Value

In the elegantly appointed clinic.

"Just two again?" David shook the paper bag to gauge its weight, looking somewhat disappointed. "Don't you know what these pills are going for on the black market? Could you make a few more each month?"

Victoria shook her head, her expression unchanged. "Scarcity drives value. Besides, this stuff isn't exactly good. Having too much circulating on the market wouldn't be a good thing."

David shook his head and poured out the black pills, carefully placing them in a rather upscale-looking box. "You just value your principles above everything else."

He carefully closed the box, cutting off the medicinal scent in the air, and asked with concern, "Have you seen your family? How did it go?"

"Not bad." Victoria thought for a moment, extending her slender hand, her tone seeming somewhat troubled. "I don't seem to hate being touched as much anymore."

Today, she'd been grabbed by Daniel and sat next to Amara the whole way with her hand being held, yet she didn't feel the nauseous, sick feeling like before.

Did this mean her condition was improving?

"Really?" David's eyes lit up as he propped himself on the desk and leaned over. "Come on, Victoria, let me try?"

As he spoke, he cautiously extended his hand.

Victoria glanced at him and said casually, "You sure about that?"

Under her gaze, David shuddered and withdrew his hand. "Never mind."

He still remembered the last time he'd gotten drunk and put his hand on Victoria's shoulder—just a light pat—and ended up beaten so badly he couldn't take care of himself for half a month.

This was the most humiliating thing that had ever happened to David.

Victoria was too special.

Whether from childhood trauma or not, she rejected physical contact with everyone, especially men. Being touched would make her nauseous and irritable at best, and at worst she'd start hitting people. The more familiar the person, the harder she'd hit!

David sat down glumly. "I've been a doctor for years, and I've never seen a condition like yours."

Victoria took a sip of water and glanced at him with disdain.

Setting down her glass, Victoria's eyes moved past him toward the window outside, where a black car sat on the street, low-key and inconspicuous.

She'd clearly told him to leave first, yet he was still waiting outside...

"What are you looking at?" David turned his head too, and his eyes went wide when he saw the car. "That car is so expensive! I was thinking about buying one last time."

Victoria tapped on his desk. "What about my medicine?"

David finally got serious. "Oh, the medicine arrived, but since it's the newest product, it needs testing. The test results will be ready tomorrow at noon; you can pick them up then."

Victoria nodded in agreement, gathered her things, and said, "I'm leaving then."

"Leaving?" David blinked. "Where can you go? To your birth parents' place?"

"Something like that." Victoria didn't want to keep Caspian waiting.

David pointed at the car outside. "Is that waiting for you?"

"Hold up. I thought you were from the sticks? What kind of money do your people have? A car like that doesn't just fall off a turnip truck!"

Victoria shook her head.

She was getting a headache about it, too.

David advised, "A wealthy, powerful family isn't always a better deal than a simple, steady one."

The scheming and plotting among wealthy families—how could ordinary people understand it? In these types of families, family affection doesn't count for as much. What's more, Victoria had only returned after more than ten years...

Victoria nodded, showing she understood.

At four o'clock, the sunlight faded, and the air grew cool.

Victoria got out of the car. The man standing there glanced at her, stubbed out his cigarette, and opened the passenger door.

Victoria paused, thanked him, and obediently got in and fastened her seatbelt.

The wind picked up, quite cold. Victoria closed the window and, with nothing else to do, studied the man beside her.

His features were as refined as a sculpture. High nose bridge, clean jawline, thin lips pressed into an attractive curve.

His eyelashes were long and curled, the whole person devastatingly refined, yet without a hint of femininity.

This was a face that could make countless girls scream, and from Victoria's perspective, she could see just how popular this person must be.

Yet he happened to be her fiancé.

Victoria's head started aching again.

She pinched the bridge of her nose and spoke carefully. "The engagement arranged by our elders was too hasty. If you want to break it off, I absolutely have no objection."

They happened to hit a red light. The car pulled over to the side of the road. Caspian turned his head, his dark eyes fixed on her, and spoke slowly, "What if I do have an objection?"

Those beautiful eyes seemed to hold deeper emotions. "I will honor our engagement."

Victoria nearly choked.

She turned her head away awkwardly, not daring to look into his eyes. Yet she could still feel that burning gaze stuck on her.

After a long silence, she spoke softly, "Green light."

The high-performance luxury car started up, and the rest of the drive was quiet.

This quiet lasted until they passed Silver Pine Ridge. Victoria looked up at the unfamiliar road, a hint of confusion in her eyes. "Where are we going?"

She remembered her grandfather saying Michael's house was near Silver Pine Ridge, didn't she?

Caspian's tone was flat. "Getting you some clothes first."

Victoria frowned. Were they close enough for this?

She refused, "No need, I have enough clothes."

Caspian glanced at her coolly, his attitude unquestionably firm. "Girls can never have too many clothes."

Victoria followed him all the way, watching as he went to the most upscale boutique and practically emptied the entire store.

The store manager couldn't stop beaming, respectfully asking the two to leave an address so they could adjust sizes from other branches, package everything up, and have it delivered.

Caspian pulled out his card—an unlimited black card that instantly charged over two million. Victoria's mouth twitched.

In the car, she asked, "What's your account number? I'll transfer the money to you."

"No need." Caspian focused on driving, his attitude casual. "This little bit of money is nothing."

Victoria sighed and looked irritably out the window.

She'd come back to reunite with her family, but this identity of hers seemed to be a bit troublesome.

The sky gradually darkened as the car stopped in a villa district.

The environment here was elegant and magnificent. The villa district was surrounded by water with charming scenery. Of course, each villa came with a hefty price tag.

Victoria lowered her eyes.

She knew this place.

Back then, Victoria had closed a big deal, and for Emily's education, the Smith family couldn't wait to move to a villa in this area.

That day, the whole family went out, leaving only her—she'd just had blood drawn and had a fever, alone at home, and nearly didn't make it through.

After that, she stopped having any expectations of the Smith family.

Victoria put the Smith family out of her mind and got out of the car.

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