Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 315

Strictly professional? Vivienne found his words laughable. He had never treated her like this before. In the past, whenever she struggled, he thought it was adorable and would eagerly step in to do the work for her. Since when did they operate on a "strictly professional" basis? Since when did he hold her to strict standards?

The real reason was glaringly obvious, but she didn't dare say it out loud.

"Fine, tell me what needs to be changed, and I'll adjust it," she conceded, unwilling to pick another fight.

Julian offered a laundry list of revisions, most of which Vivienne accepted. However, there was one non-negotiable point: he wanted her to cut down on the self-promotion and focus entirely on the project data. On that, she dug her heels in.

Her primary reason for attending this summit was to elevate her own status. If she couldn't shine in the spotlight, there was no point in even showing up. She absolutely refused to change that section.

The next morning, the summit kicked off at nine-thirty. Willow and Silas arrived right on time, only to find Julian and Vivienne already seated.

As representatives of two industry titans, they were all seated in the very front row of the VIP section.

Willow wore a tailored, off-white blazer and skirt set. The matte fabric didn't catch the light or scream for attention, but the sharp tailoring at the shoulders gave it an impeccable, crisp silhouette. Beneath it, she wore a matching silk blouse with a subtle mandarin collar, buttoned flawlessly to the top without a hint of frivolous lace, exuding a clean, restrained professionalism.

Her long hair was pulled back into a loose, low bun, and she wore a single pair of delicate silver stud earrings. Her makeup was minimal, her lips tinted a soft pink.

She looked elegant, dignified, and fiercely professional—a perfect canvas of quiet power that commanded the room. The fact that the strikingly handsome Silas Thorne was standing by her side only amplified her presence.

As Willow took her seat, Silas leaned in. "If you don't like this spot, I can have the organizers switch our seats."

He didn't explicitly say it, but Willow knew exactly why the seat was "bad." The two Sinclair executives were sitting just a few feet away, entirely within her peripheral vision.

But Willow didn't care; ignoring them was effortless. Besides, she hadn't done anything wrong, so there was no need to flee. Moving now would only make it look like she cared.

"It's fine, no need to move. They won't affect me in the slightest."

"Alright, it's up to you. Let me know the second you feel uncomfortable."