Is Victor Newman Leaving The Young And Restless の小説・ストーリー

Luther placed his napkin on the table with the precision of someone who was already thinking about something else, and looked at Vanessa one more time. "You said everything was fine," he said. "It is." "You should hope so." He stood and walked out. Vanessa watched him go. Then she looked across the table at Victor, who had continued eating through the entire exchange without any visible reaction to any of it. "What is with him tonight," she said. Victor picked up his glass. "Don't ask me. It has nothing to do with me." He folded his napkin, pushed his chair back, and left the table.

She had no option but to agree with him, even though she didn't know if Carissa was going to be happy with him coming with her to the Moon Crown Pack. " Fine. We have to set a day to go, " she informed and he grinned widely, becoming happy as he began to think of ways to be able to convince her parents. Suddenly, her phone began to ring and she looked at the caller ID only to realize that it was Nelson who was calling. She picked the call, placing it on speaker. " Maya, a date has been set already for Victor's dismissal, " Nelson announced and her eyes widened in surprise.

“Didn’t expect to see you at an art exhibit voluntarily.” Adrian barely glanced away from Elena across the room. “I’m exactly where I want to be.” Victor followed his gaze toward her. A knowing smirk touched his mouth faintly. “You’ve changed lately.” Adrian finally looked at him fully then. “Yes.” No shame. No defensiveness. Just truth. Victor studied him carefully. “People are talking about it.” “About what?” “You leaving meetings early. Canceling trips. Missing dinners with investors.” Victor lowered his voice slightly. “Choosing your wife publicly.”

One evening, he was talking to Greg, one of his best friends. "I hate the thought of having to leave Dynasty behind. But while we were together, there were constant reminders of what I needed to do to clear my name, and I couldn’t have her be a part of this in any way. So I left her behind in America., It bothers and nags at my conscience, day and night, and I just can’t shake it anymore." Voicemail after voicemail, Victor's sketchy memory recalls when he went missing. "Victor, it's me, son, your father, son, please call me."

“Hey… there’s no evidence. No one is going to know shit.” Hale lifted his head and downed another full glass of whiskey. His throat moved as he swallowed hard. A drop ran down his chin. “Do what you do best,” Victor said, waving his hands at us wildly. “And I will be leaving the country right after the gala. With my babies, of course.” He kissed the stacks of money loudly, smiling like a crazy man. He sounded totally high, unaffected by any of this. We raised our glasses now and toasted, finally arriving at an agreement. The glasses clinked sharply. The cold champagne tasted sharp and sweet on my tongue. Excitement built up hot in my gut. Another big heist from the Syndicate felt fucking goo

“Then stop pretending to care about ‘family.’ Try saving your own head this time instead of disappearing. If that’s all, you’re free to leave. Bianca?” He turned to me as if asking if I had anything to say. I shook my head. I had no intention of getting pulled into their mess. I didn’t even get involved with mine. “I know you’re after the Broker,” Victor said, his voice low and loaded. “I know everything.” What the… “You don’t know shit,” Rob snapped.

“A clean slate. A job where your past stays buried and your future stays secure. All you have to do is walk away from him. Before he drags you down with him.” My hand shook as I finally reached out and took the envelope. Not because I was considering it. Because I needed something to hold onto so I wouldn’t punch him. Victor’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction. “Think about it,” he said. “Really think. Daniel’s world is about to get very ugly. You don’t have to be part of it.” He turned and walked away , casual, unhurried, like he hadn’t just offered to buy my silence with my own future.

“I understand enough.” Marcus leans closer to the screen. “This is better than television.” In the recording, I push the folder closer to Victor. Inside are documents—financial transfers, stock manipulation reports. Victor flips through them slowly. Then he looks up at me. “You’ve been busy.” My voice doesn’t waver. “You’re planning to kill Adrian.” The hallway around us grows completely silent. On the tablet screen, Victor smiles. “You’re very direct.” “Answer the question.” Victor leans back in his chair. “Let’s say Adrian Reyes has… powerful enemies.”

“At the compound. Before Damien showed.” “Indeed.” Victor smiled. “You caused quite a stir. Breaking in. Making trouble.” “What do you want?” Celeste asked. “The same as your mother. You. Obedient and useful.” “Not happening.” “We’ll see.” Victor sat. “Let me make an offer. A proposal.” “I’m not marrying Rylan.” “Rylan’s dead,” Victor said. “He died ten minutes ago from his wounds.” Celeste felt nothing. No grief. No relief. Just emptiness.