Next Man, Better Plan novel Chapter 241

The Yates family hotel.

When Vivian got the news and rushed over, she found she was too late.

She stood in the hallway, her face dark. "Where is he? Where's Quennel?"

A nearby staff member, aware of the young heiress's short temper, stammered, "He's been gone for a little while now."

Vivian pressed, "Did he leave carrying that woman?"

The staff stood silent as statues, their heads bowed, not a single one daring to answer Vivian's question.

The man who had just left had warned them repeatedly that what happened today was not to be spoken of.

Understanding the gravity of the situation, they naturally kept their mouths shut. Besides, they had already received their hush money.

Vivian didn't know the specifics of what had happened in the room, only that Quennel and Stephanie had gotten a room together... and that he had carried her out.

The thought alone was enough to make her explode with rage.

Vivian slammed her designer handbag onto the floor. "I'm supposed to be his official girlfriend! I am! How could Quennel do this to me?"

Feeling on the verge of a breakdown, Vivian squatted in the hallway and began to cry.

Of all the places they could have chosen, why the Yates family hotel?

To Vivian, it felt like a blatant provocation.

She had seen all the rumors swirling online over the past two days.

Stephanie must be so smug, knowing her ex was still hung up on her. All she had to do was crook her finger, and Quennel would come running.

Quennel had even posted on Twitter about missing Stephanie, completely disregarding her, his actual girlfriend. Vivian felt utterly defeated.

Two minutes later, Benson arrived, with Jonathan right behind him.

Jonathan burst into the room, searching every corner, but found nothing.

Vivian rubbed her swollen, red eyes and said, "Stop looking. Quennel already took Stephanie. They came here to get a room. They probably left after they were finished."

Upon hearing this, Jonathan turned without hesitation and walked toward the elevator.

Vivian followed him. "Your wife slept with my boyfriend. Don't you think you owe me an explanation?"

What a pathetic clown.

Jonathan didn't spare her a single glance.

Vivian froze.

A powerful sense of suffocation made her face instantly flush red. The pain was excruciating; she felt as if she might die of asphyxiation in the next second.

She instinctively clawed at her neck, trying to break free. "Let... Jonathan, you... let me go."

Benson, who had just rushed over, quickly intervened. "Vivian, what are you talking about! Apologize to Mr. Vasquez right now!"

Among their circle, Jonathan was the last person you wanted to provoke. He hadn't been in Veridian for years, yet legends about him were everywhere.

Fear was evident in Vivian's eyes, but she refused to admit she was wrong.

She retorted defiantly, "If word of this gets out, people will say how utterly classless you are."

Vivian believed Jonathan wouldn't actually hurt her.

After all, it was a matter of gentlemanly conduct.

Jonathan sneered, "I don't hit women. But are you even human?"

Vivian was speechless.

Benson could see that Jonathan was genuinely furious.