Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 397

"Understood. You're absolutely right," Vivienne agreed frantically, leading them toward the parking lot.

Just then, Professor Smith's gaze drifted past her and landed on a quiet corner of the terminal.

There was no red carpet there. No bodyguards. No fleet of luxury cars. Just a single woman standing quietly.

She was alone, dressed in a sleek, professional outfit, casually reading over some documents while she waited. She stood with a calm, understated elegance—not trying to be seen, not making a fuss. Just waiting, simple and perfectly composed.

The ice in Smith's eyes thawed slightly. "Now that is how it should be done," he remarked casually, pointing toward the woman. "An airport pickup should be exactly that simple. Quiet, efficient, focused on the task at hand. It's infinitely better than this circus."

Vivienne had been smiling, perfectly willing to agree with whatever he said just to keep him happy.

But when her eyes followed his finger and landed on the figure in the distance, the blood froze in her veins.

It was Willow.

What the hell was she doing here?

Talk about a nightmare collision.

A toxic wave of pure jealousy crashed over Vivienne. She had poured insane amounts of money and effort into this grand spectacle, only for it to be used as a cautionary tale. And Willow—standing there doing absolutely nothing—somehow managed to win Smith's approval?

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