The Billionaire's Mistake

MISTAKE 253

Chapter 253: Attacked

As the auction began, Vivian carefully reviewed the list of items Mathew had provided her. She checked off an antique Persian rug, a golden egg difinitely the one the goose was laying when Jack climebed that bean stalk and a pair of rare desert diamonds to start. With a

slight nod, she

slid the list over to Mr. Levi.

The older man scanned her selections briefly before passing them off to one of his assistants, who quickly relayed the information over a concealed earpiece. Vivian watched stoically as the bidding began in the room below, trying her best to appear utterly unfazed by the illegal proceedings unfolding.

Her phone buzzed once more and she glanced down to see Mathew's name on the caller ID. Furrowing her brow, she accepted the call.

"Is everything going well? Do you like attending art exhibitions?" he asked so fotly, if she did not know who he was, she would hve thought he was god.

Vivian scowled at his choice of words. "It certainly would be an experience. I recond it will be boring."

Mathew chuckled, he liked her Shaw wife persona. "No need to worry, my dear. I've arranged for you to attend a...traditional exhibition."

She understood his implication that she would be going to some high-society art gallery or museum opening. Just another aspect of her new life. "I can hardly wait," she deadpanned. As long as hands don't fly I am fine. "Okay baby, Use that card. It is a lot of money, you know,"

The line disconnected before Vivian could respond. If she was not in her Shaw wife persona, she would have wursed out loud.

Down below, the auction was wrapping up, Mr. Levi's assistant jotting some final notes before excusing himself from the room. No doubt reporting on the illicit items she had just acquired, however unwittingly.

As the auction continued, Two hotel staff members who had been lingering by the doors peeking at her, caught her eye.

eyed him coolly. "Get

of course, ma'am. We have the finest personal stylists in the city at your disposal If you'll

"I don't like to repeat my self. Send

exchanged panicked looks, clearly not accustomed

Chapter 253 Attacked

such

"B-But madam..."

the young man visibly gulp. This was Mathew Shaw's wife. The hotel had warned them to be careful as this was a dangrous woman and her husband was bene more dangerous. "I-I'll fetch the manager right

Vivian alone with Mr. Levi and his assistant and her guards. The older man tried not to look at her. He could tell she did not apreciate being stared at, so, like everyone

seat once more to wait. Precisely 44 minutes later, the manager himself entered, looking rather harried. A sharply dressed woman in an immaculate burgundy pantsuit

consultants.

woman stepped forward extending a perfectly manicured hand. "An honor to be of service, Mrs.

voice was warm and assuring, putting Vivian slightly more at ease despite

get on with it then. Show me what you've

immediately began flowing into the room. They rolled in garment racks filled with opulent designer gowns, suits, and dresses of every cut, color and fabric imaginable.

toward a selection of

rack to show Vivian.

stylist began. "This classic ivory pants and jacket set from

sipped her wine and watched with a carefully curated veneer of icy disinterest. Inside, however,

of her former acting career - getting dolled up in the latest fashions, playing dress-up

but

Ethel's assistants began carefully trying different full ensembles on her. Dismissed the bland monochromatic looks with a subtle shake of her head. Nodded slightly in approval

rare precious pieces with an expert's eye for quality and detail. Just because she had

to Joe, silently signaling the bodyguard to handle any purchasing