Gillian’s words hung unfinished as Percival suddenly stood up and gestured towards someone in the distance. “Vivienne, over here!”

Gillian blinked in surprise. Vivienne?

What on earth was Vivienne doing here?

Should she not be back at the Boyd estate, caring for Wendy, who was bedridden?

Gillian turned to see Vivienne stride in, decked out in a leather biker jacket, her hair cascading down her back, helmet in hand.

The very epitome of cool and spicy!

Vivienne walked over, placed her helmet on the table, and pecked Percival on the lips in front of Gillian without a second thought.

“Sorry, I’m late.”

“Not at all. You’re just in time.” Percival took her hand and pulled her close, seating her at the table and sliding a freshly cut steak in front of her. “Just cut it for you, eat up.”

“Thanks, Mr. Wolf.” Vivienne grinned and dug into the steak with gusto.

Percival ruffled her hair affectionately, then turned to Gillian. “So, what were you saying?”

Gillian clenched the tablecloth beneath the table, her knuckles turning white with tension, the veins in her hands standing out starkly. Yet, for the sake of her image, she maintained a strained smile.

“I was suggesting maybe the wedding bash should be in Sea City before heading back to Rivenwood for the ceremony.”

Gillian did not believe for a second that Vivienne could be oblivious to the implications of her words. After all, she was the one the Boyd family had accepted as their future granddaughter-in-law!

Percival smirked. “Vivienne and I only want a ceremony in Rivenwood. Sea City? We don’t really have relatives there.”

Gillian nearly bit through her lip. “Mr. Ellington, you must be misunderstanding something. Our parents have arranged this meeting of ours, and that’s why we’re here.”

Percival’s smile turned cold. “The reason we’re here isn’t some family setup. I wanted to make it clear: Vivienne is my fiancée. I did not introduce her properly last time, but you get the picture this time, right?”

Tears rimmed Gillian’s eyes. She could not believe Percival could be so heartless.

What was so special about Vivienne?

just some artisan perfumer, a designer, and a painter? In other words, someone who worked for their kind of aristocracy, a

nothing but a

had Percival under

family in Sea City. Even the well-rooted

a country bumpkin

Gillian was certain she did

Was Percival blind?

mouth with a napkin and noticed Gillian’s untouched steak. “Ms. Ashford, your steak will lose its flavor

Ms. Hawthorn!” A single tear fell from Gillian’s eye as

her indifference, Vivienne shrugged.

taking Vivienne’s helmet and wrapping an arm around

Ashford, you might want to head home early. Be careful,

tightened, her nails

not over.

as she yanked the tablecloth, toppling the candle

glasses shattered, spilling over Gillian, igniting as the

“Ah! Help!”

caught fire instantly, but quick-thinking waitstaff doused the flames

the dress was ruined, revealing far more than intended, including her lacy black

such an innocent-looking girl would

clutch bag close, barely covering

without a word

herself in her room and

never been

Ashford, concerned by her cries,

chest. “Dad, Vivienne’s gone too

the mention

it be that

even listening to me?

to the present. “Gillian, this Vivienne… Who

herself. No parents to speak of, and she still dares to vie for my man. Dad, I want

was in full

of the household, her every whim

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