Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 519

Vivienne refused to back down. Forcing two tears to spill down her cheeks, she pleaded, "But I've poured my heart and soul into this project. It means everything to me. I just want to see it through to the end."

Faced with her final, desperate struggle, Julian's stance remained unyielding, his tone so flat it bordered on cruel. "Internal project reassignments are standard procedure. If you can't work on this one, you can take over another. The end result is exactly the same."

With one breezy sentence, he mercilessly severed her final lifeline. It was clear his decision was set in stone.

An icy chill washed over Vivienne from head to toe.

All her fighting, all her arguments—it was completely useless.

Seeing her devastated look, Julian offered a rare word of comfort. "Go back to the hospital and focus on your recovery. Get your mind right. I'll arrange another project for you later. It won't be any less prestigious than the Merit deal."

It was over. The verdict was final. From Julian's tone, Vivienne knew there wouldn't be a single millimeter of leeway.

She walked out of the building like a hollowed-out shell. Downstairs, the driver Julian had arranged for her was already waiting. Vivienne ignored him entirely, flagging down a passing cab and sliding into the backseat.

She didn't want to go back to the hospital, and she certainly had no intention of resting.

Her chest was a chaotic vortex of bitter resentment and fury, twisting around her organs so tightly she could barely breathe.

She was going to find Silas Thorne. She had to demand answers to his face.

What exactly had she done to offend him so deeply? Why was he so utterly merciless, cutting off every single escape route and leaving her without a shred of hope?

She waited for three agonizing hours. Finally, his towering, imposing silhouette appeared. Vivienne immediately rushed forward. "Mr. Thorne, can I please have a few minutes of your time? I need to speak with you."

Silas glanced at her once, then immediately looked away, treating her like thin air. He clearly had zero interest in acknowledging her.

Stung by his dismissive glare, Vivienne blurted out, "Mr. Thorne, if you refuse to hear me out, I'll have no choice but to go straight to Arthur Vance and Willow."

That finally got a reaction. Silas stopped in his tracks and turned, his gaze sweeping over her with a crushing, predatory weight.

Meeting his eyes, Vivienne's breath hitched. She had to admit—Silas Thorne was breathtakingly handsome.

He wore a flawlessly tailored black bespoke suit that accentuated his broad shoulders and commanding presence. The dim garage lighting caught the sharp, rugged lines of his profile—his piercing eyes, a striking nose, and thin lips naturally set into an unapproachable line. He exuded a bone-chilling aura of supreme power, a silent warning that demanded everyone keep their distance.