"WITH Beckett Clainfer again?" Joan repeated, blinking several times in surprise. "You had his name blocked from the newsletters earlier, and I've already done that. Why are you scheduling an appointment with him now?" "And since when do you have the right to question everything I ask you to do?" Vivianne retorted, her tone tinged with annoyance. "Just because you're Alfred's favorite doesn't mean you can act this way towards me. Perhaps you forget, I am still his daughter—the heir to the company you work for." Joan fell silent. She felt irritated by Vivianne's words, but she knew they were true. No matter what she did, she would always remain an employee. "I'm sorry, Ma'am Vivianne," she just apologized. Vivianne rolled her eyes and sighed. Even though Joan couldn't see her, she knew it was what her boss did. "Do it as soon as possible. I need to talk to him as soon as possible." "Okay, Ma'am Vivianne." "And make sure Alfred doesn't find out about this. Remember, if he finds out
MEANWHILE, Vivianne went to the Allamino Mansion. As soon as she entered the living room, Alfred was already there on the sofa, reading the newspaper and seemingly waiting for her arrival. "You knew I was coming, didn't you? Did that wench Joan report to you again?" Vivianne said before sitting on the couch across from Alfred. "She's a more decent conversationalist than you, so don't talk to her like that," her father reprimanded. "If only she were my only child, everything wouldn't be this difficult for me," he added. Vivianne rolled her eyes. "Then give her the company and the mafia. Do you think I'm chasing after your wealth acquired through evil deeds?" "It's wealth acquired through evil deeds, but you and your mother are also using it, Vivianne," Alfred replied. His voice was deep and menacing. "If it weren't for this money, do you think you could afford Ella's medical expenses? Even if you cried blood, you wouldn't be able to gather the amount needed to keep her body function
There is no use crying over spilled milk. That's what Vivianne kept repeating in her mind as she struggled to find a solution to the problem at hand. The situation isn't improving. The client is not even entertaining them, and Alfred's disappointment in her grows. This is further fueled by Joan's prodding of her father about Vivianne's ability to manage the Mafia. Alfred is repeatedly urged by Joan that Vivianne might need assistance in management, and Vivianne knows she'll recommend herself when her father agrees. “No need. My daughter needs to handle this alone, or else, she will rely on someone every time she faces problems. Just focus on your work and obey Vivianne's instructions,” her father said as he walked, checking other operations inside the warehouse. Vivianne grinned from behind her father after hearing his words. Joan glanced at her. Vivianne almost burst into laughter seeing her sullen face, but she managed to restrain herself. “Oh, did you hear that, Joan? Just fol
"Ma'am Fiona..." Vivianne called out softly to her former colleague. She didn't know what to say afterward. Even though Fiona never explicitly said it, she knew Fiona had never liked her from the beginning. Maybe because she knew what Vivianne was capable of... that she would eventually hurt Beckett when the time came. ‘If she's angry with me, there's nothing I can do about it,’ Vivianne consoled herself. She knew she didn't belong in the Syneverse from the start.But she didn't expect what happened next. Fiona quickly embraced her tightly. Vivianne's eyes widened and she couldn't move immediately. "M-Ma'am Fiona?""I don't know what happened between you and Beckett, and I don't want to ask either. I know he wants to go through things on his own..." Fiona said. There was sadness in her tone. "But do you know how chaotic Beckett's life became when you left?"Vivianne wasn't even surprised to hear that. She could feel Beckett's love. He was ready to give up everything for her, and tha
Vivianne felt as if her whole body had been scalded by that look, but she quickly dismissed it from her mind.“You know why.” Vivianne sat on the couch and crossed her legs. “You’re not usually like this. Your clients are often celebrities, but our top client isn’t. You have plenty of clients with your connections, so why did you have to take mine?”“It’s because business is business, Vivianne,” Beckett replied, tapping the table with his fingers. “Isn’t that what you said? It's just work, nothing personal.”Vivianne didn’t answer, making Beckett’s smirk widen.“Anyway, I didn’t expect you to know that it was me who stole your client that fast. But I was more shocked, seeing that you know about my illegal business. You’re stalking me. You’re still into me,” added Beckett.He suddenly grinned as if he was amused by the realization, while Vivianne just shook her head in exasperation. Beckett hadn't changed in that aspect. He was still difficult to read, and his mood could switch quickly
"OW. FUCK!" Beckett complained as Vivianne suddenly bumped her forehead against his. He winced, and so did Vivianne. That move was a double-edged sword, but it was effective. "Shit, are you okay—" "Don't come near me!" Vivianne suddenly shouted and lifted the long umbrella she saw beside the couch, preventing Beckett from finishing his sentence. "I swear, I'll hit you with this! Don't think I'm j-joking!" But instead of being scared, Beckett's grin only widened. He even chuckled slightly because of what the girl did. "Damn, baby. It seems like I get even more turned on when you're angry—" Vivianne raised the umbrella she was holding along with her sharp gaze. Beckett laughed again before raising both hands as if surrendering. "Fine. I’ll shut up, baby."
"Mom," Vivianne called out to her mother Ella with a furrowed brow. "Why are you here? Shouldn't you be resting in your room?" she asked as she approached her mother, offering her support. "You might get hurt.""I'm just feeling weak, dear, but I managed to walk here," Ella smiled at her before pointing to the door. "Look, I was able to walk from my room to here. Somehow, I feel a bit better..."Ella suddenly struggled to speak. She also couldn't breathe properly. She had been feeling like this for a long time, and she didn't know why. She had no idea what was wrong with her. Maybe it was because Alfred had confined her here in the house, so her body couldn't take it anymore."Wow. Is that what feeling better looks like, Mom? Your forehead is already dripping with sweat," Vivianne sighed. She helped her mother sit d
"ARE YOU sure?" Alfred raised an eyebrow. "You got the client back from Beckett? I haven't received any calls yet." He looked at his phone to confirm."Maybe it's not processed yet. You know, that guy is busy. He's doing his jobs and businesses at the same time," Vivianne replied. "But I will call him again to remind him. Give me thirty minutes, and I will take back that client."Alfred didn't immediately respond. Instead, he just looked at Vivianne as if reading her mind. After a few seconds, he finally spoke."Make sure you're not bluffing," he said before leaving Vivianne alone in the gym.Vivianne sighed before taking her phone from her pocket. This is the last thing she wanted to do, but it's what she needed to do. Using her personal number, she called Beckett.