Millionaire In Love With Me

For a while, Vivian was the only one left in the large study.

The empty room, however, inexplicably gave her a great psychological pressure, which pressed her almost out of breath.

“Phew~”

She breathed a sigh of relief, went to the desk, pulled open the drawer, inside was Morris’s favorite cigarette, a private order cigarette, made of home-grown top quality tobacco.

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After a hard puff, a breath of tobacco ran into the body, traveled around the body, and was spit out.

She sat in the executive chair, looking at the cigarette floating up, wrinkled her eyebrows, heavy heart.

Compared to the current situation, Vivian is most worried about three things.

One is the safety of Morris in C; two is the safety of their family; three is the Zhuo Rui technology auction tomorrow.

Three things, must not appear any mistakes.

But she alone did not think about her own personal safety.

I don’t know how many hours passed, the dark clouds of L City rained heavily, the dense rain crackling against the glass windows, no reason to make her emotional restless.

Vivian went to the window and looked at the water droplets coalescing on the window, dense with L City’s glowing lights, looking extraordinarily brilliant and gorgeous.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

Knock, knock, knock…

There was a knock on the door outside the study.

Without waiting for Vivian to speak, Trent Stone had already pushed the door open and walked in, “Young lady, Nathanael Lora is here.”

As he spoke, Trent Stone’s nose sniffed, clearly smelling the lingering smell of tobacco in the study.

“Hmm.”

Vivian responded, turned around, walked to the table with a cigarette in her hand, and twisted it out in the ashtray.

The scene was a little strange to Trent Stone.

He thought Vivian was a non-smoker, but now he realized that it wasn’t that she didn’t know how to smoke, she just didn’t want to.

Vivian walked out of the study on her high heels, but instead of going to the living room first, she went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror to fix her appearance.

Bang, clang, clang!

A loud sound rang out in the living room, the sound of something being smashed.

Vivian took her lipstick and touched her slightly white lips, pursed her lips again, and haloed the lipstick on her lips, before closing the lipstick cap and turning around to the living room.

In the living room, Nathanael Lora was at the head, with eight bodyguards standing beside him, as well as a dozen bodyguards standing at the door, each with a sturdy body, and a look at a body of tendon meat to know that they are extraordinary fighters.

She faintly swept a look at the smashed living room coffee table and a fish tank, the ground was scattered with glass fragments and a puddle of water, she had carefully raised a few gold dragon fish, still struggling on the ground with resistance.

Vivian raised an eyebrow and swept her cool eyes at Nathanael Lora, “If you have anything to do with me, why are you angry with a few fish?”

As she spoke, she had stepped on her high heels and walked to the sofa, sitting with her legs folded, leaning on the back of the sofa, looking at Nathanael Lora with a calm posture.

That a calm and unhurried strength, spare Trent Stone looked ashamed of themselves.

Nathanael Lora is holding a gun in his hand, holding it straight up at Vivian, “Let my wife go!”

As his words fell, a twenty bodyguards behind him hailed a gun, the muzzle of the gun straight at Vivian.

Trent Stone’s face turned white with fear at this scene, and he muttered in his heart that he should not have obeyed the young lady’s wish and dispatched everyone.

He pulled out his pistol and pointed it at Nathanael Lora, “What do you want?”

“Trent Stone, put down the gun.”