My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris) novel Chapter 235

But Vivian laughed it off and raised her hand to applaud, "Miss Stewart, you have a point. But the difference is that I was born in an ordinary family, and without the Cheal family, I can still stand on my own. But Miss Stewart is different, in case one day your family goes bankrupt, I'm afraid that you will only starve to death on the streets one day."

"You ......"

Sue didn't expect Vivian to be so sharp-tongued.

She was angry and then snorted, "Miss Mond, you are really eloquent, it's very endearing. Oh, by the way, in a few days it's a charity event in L City, I'm looking forward to your participation."

After speaking, she raised her hand to check the time on her wristwatch, "It's getting late, my friends are waiting for me. Miss Mond, see you later."

With a smile on her face, Sue waved to her and turned away.

Gazing at her back, Vivian’s heart suddenly gave birth to a strange feeling that Sue was very hostile to her.

But it had to be said that she was more tolerant than Yoona.

As a veritable gentry's daughter, she did have distinguished temperament and would not show her real thought.

Vivian turned to leave, she didn't drive because she was going out to drink.

On her way home, she strolled through the streets alone, wrapping her sweater around her as she blew in the late autumn chill.

Suddenly, the phone rang in her pocket.

Vivian pulled out her phone and saw that it was Morris’ call.

She hadn't seen him for over a month since her last departure from his villa.

During the time, Morris sent her two messages, but she didn't reply, and after that, Morris didn't send her any more messages.

Even when Vivian went to visit Madame Cheal at the mansion, she didn't see Morris in person.

It had been over a month without contact, so Vivian thought he had something urgent and answered the phone, "Hello?"

After that, she waited quietly for the man on the other end to speak.

However, after two seconds of waiting and no sound from the other side, she frowned, "Do you hear me? I'm hanging up if you don't say anything.

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"How are you doing?"

Morris’ low, extremely magnetic voice came from the other end of the phone, as nice as ever.

"Alive and well. No need to worry about me."

"What about your company, is it okay?"

Although Vivian knew that Morris was simply asking about it, now that the wedding company had become a fatal point for Vivian, it immediately made her mood upset, "Speaking of the company, of course I have to thank you. Thanks to you, my company is doing well."

"Is that so? How do you thank me?"

Morris asked with a smile.

"It's too late today, so I'll take you to lunch tomorrow. The address will be sent to you tomorrow."

A somewhat tired Vivian didn't say anything more and simply hung up the phone.

She took a taxi home and lay alone on a deck chair on the balcony, staring out the window at the stars, in a low mood.

Noon in the following day.

Lancington Western Restaurant.

Vivian went to the restaurant early and booked a booth, ordered a cup of coffee, and sat down to wait for Morris.

Ten minutes later, someone knocked on the door and pushed in.

"Been waiting a long time?"