Jonah's gaze sharpened instantly as he unlocked his phone.
The message wasn't long, but its contents nearly made the fury he had been holding back explode.
[Jonah, I originally wanted to thank you for taking such good care of me these past three years. But considering I paid your salary, I think we can skip the gratitude. I heard you've always had a crush on Amara? She is my father's daughter, after all, and since I'm a naturally kind person who loves doing good deeds, I'll step aside and let you two be together. You don't need to thank me too much.]
[If you don't understand that, let me be blunt: we are over.]
Her absolute resolve was evident between every line.
There was no room for discussion. It was purely a notification.
Jonah's face darkened menacingly. Unable to endure it a second longer, he violently hurled his phone out the window.
The assistant sucked in a sharp breath, bracing himself. "Mr. Granger?"
The man didn't answer. His bloodshot eyes were clouded with dark, swirling emotion.
Vivian...
You really played me!
He never expected that the plan he had orchestrated for so long would ultimately be destroyed by a woman.
Jonah ran his tongue over his back teeth and ordered darkly, "To the airport."
No matter what, Amara's surgery had to be done first.
As for that woman...
He refused to believe she could hide forever. He would settle the score with her the moment he returned from Switzerland!
The car sped down the state highway, heading straight north.
Passing the next junction, they merged onto the interstate.
Zoe looked out the window at the completely unfamiliar scenery and finally let out a sigh of relief. "Miss Fairchild, Dr. Granger won't keep stalking us, right?"
"He will."
"Huh?"
Vivian slowly opened her eyes. Her clear, luminous gaze resembled the finest amber, radiating an untouchable coldness.
"If he were just a doctor, he might let this go. But he isn't."

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