The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 592

Hearing her female colleagues talking nonstop like this was really irritating her. Gossipy women were annoying. The only reason she was staying close to them was to enact her revenge plan.

“What do you think, Vivian?” One of the female colleagues turned to her. She was probably trying to make Vivian agree with them.

This made Vivian very unhappy. She stood up and said, “Excuse me, my clothes have been stained with wine. I’m going to have to leave early tonight. I need to deal with it before the stain sets in.”

One of her male colleagues looked at his watch. “It’s late. Let me drive you home, Vivian.”

Everyone smirked. His intention was blindingly obvious. Vivian curled her l*ps and looked at him for the first time tonight. He was tall, thin and average looking. He was just another forgettable guy.

Contempt flashed across Vivian’s eyes. She refused his offer politely, “My driver will come and pick me up. You better stay and eat, and enjoy everyone’s company.”

When Vivian stood and walked away, she could hear everyone joking behind her back.

“Did you hear that? ‘My driver will come and pick me up.’ Stop coveting Vivian!”

“Vivian is the Turner couple’s adopted daughter. You should really forget about it and keep eating.”

as she

to see the waitress who handed Brandon and Natalie their

you something, miss.” the waitress said,

the way. I

she left down the stairs, not bothering to

“Did you do that on purpose just then?” The politeness had left her voice. “You asked me to hand over

she was referring

about,” Vivian said as she turned back

at this point, denying it would solve most of her

it was a surprise for them? But I saw just now that the gentleman who came in later and the lady you were talking about are a real

found out that Vivian and Derek were not even

and stuffed a few bills into the waitress’s hands. “Just shut

stupid. She realized she had

Now! You might have just cost

money and leave me alone!” Vivian shook of her hand aggressively. Vivian

Vivian gave her a hard push. The waitress lost her

down the stairs, fear in her eyes. The waitress was lying motionless on the ground. Blood was slowly pooling

she measured her pulse. It was very weak, but it