My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris) novel Chapter 14

Vivian couldn't think of a second person other than the Lee family, who would rescue a murderer.

But who would know that he ended up being killed after being saved?

She should have thought of this. The Lee family were like snakes and scorpions. Killing witnesses and destroying evidence were the best choice.

Oh. NO. Not only did she lose the last clue, but she was also discovered by the Lee family because of the investigation of the murderer. If they knew that she had already known the truth, would she be the next to die?

The unexpected news made her heart beat faster and she could not calm down for a long time.

But no matter what would happen, she could only bear the result silently. She could not let her adoptive parents know about it.

After the three-day leave, she returned to work.

In order not to be noticed by the Lee family, she went to the hospital to accompany her adoptive mother every day, trying not to appear in front of the Lee family.

Meanwhile, she followed strictly the doctor's words, "no wine for a month and have a proper rest."

In secret, she spent a lot of money finding a private detective agency to secretly investigate her adoptive parents' car accident.

A month passed quietly.

She took time to do a reexamination in hospital. The results showed that everything was good.

After Vivian left the hospital, Morris received a call from the hospital. "Mr. Cheal, Miss Mond has already done the B-ultrasonic examination. The fetus has been developing very well for more than two months. “

"Didn't she show signs of miscarriage? Will it affect her if she sends takeout every day recently?" Morris asked.

"Miss Mond has been living in the countryside since she was a child, so she is very healthy physically and not as delicate as ordinary pregnant women."

"I see."

He had thought that Vivian's non-stop running around would affect her unborn baby. However, things had gone contrary to his wishes.

Shades Club.

As night fell, there were more and more people in the club. With bright lights and nice wine, those young men and women, who were exhausted at work, indulged themselves wantonly, either swaying their bodies in the dance floor, or drunk on the table.

Seeing this scene, Vivian couldn't help thinking that if the Lee family hadn't deliberately framed her adoptive parents, at this time, she would take the money in her hand back to her hometown to open a bar or a supermarket to live a simple and peaceful life.

At about ten o'clock in the evening, when Vivian was hiding at leisure in the corner, a voice came from the walkie-talkie. "Vivian, Vivian, come to the men's restroom. Mr.Shaw is looking for you."

"The men's restroom? Get out of my way. What kind of men's restroom are we going to?"

Vivian pressed the walkie-talkie and said disdainfully.

"Oh, Vivian, come on. Mr.Shaw is asking you to come. Don't worry, there is nobody else in the men's restroom now." John Chad knew Vivian's concerns, as he told her.

"Issac Shaw again! Okay, okay, I'll be right there."

After that, Vivian hung the walkie-talkie on her waist and went to the restroom.

As soon as she arrived at the men's restroom, several security guards immediately greeted her. "Hurry up and have a look. Mr. Shaw is lying on the toilet, refusing to get up."

"He asked you to come."

"Hey hey, Vivian, you must catch the chance. Maybe a wild chicken will turn into a phoenix."

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Hearing the teasing, Vivian kicked at John. "Who is the wild chicken?"

"Bah! Bah! Look at my mouth."

John smiled awkwardly, "Vivian is a carp leaping over the dragon gate."

"Don't talk nonsense. You guys go and do your business. If the manager sees us, he will complain that we are lazy." She waved her hand and asked them to walk around the club.

Walking into the men's restroom, she saw the first compartment open. She tilted her head and walked over, only to see Issac sitting on the toilet, vomiting incessantly at the trash can.

Issac, the second son of the Shaw family in Houston, looked handsome but good for nothing. He was a well-known dandy, a playboy.

He was always referred to as the target of ridicule.