The Runaway Groom

Zachary remained restless as he returned to the hotel.

He and his employees would be going to Goldpool, an enclosed hotel built exclusively for people like Zachary with professional needs, tomorrow.

There was no telling what would happen within the next month, and he had made a gambit at the board meeting, betting everything on the enclosed management. Curiously, Vivian's seat was empty.

She should be there, but naturally no one in the company would dare to point that out since she was Zachary's personal assistant.

They would more or less show her respect.

Vivian, dressed full in back, strode through an alley before knocking on a certain door.

It opened, and she hurried inside.

"Vivian?"

The man before her had a slicked back hairstyle and was leaning against his reclining chair, staring at her sideways.

His assistant sat beside him, tapping on a tablet and doing something Vivian had no idea about.

did you ask

second uncle. As he stared at Vivian, he could not help licking his lips at the sight of her

there being my dear nephew's lover?

shareholder of Slate Industries, he had been subtly sabotaging Zachary's work for years to

rejected him. "Surely you jest, Mr. Slate. I have no virtue to become Mr. Zachary's lover, and I'm just a humble worker making ends meet. I'd never overreach." Colin clicked his tongue and

presumed that Vivian was a pushover, but

surprising now that

noticed her strengths. Her competence was average, and she was only

can help you, woman," Colin

smiled-all her hard

smiled in return, and both of them could tell from each other's eyes that they were both scheming for different

assistant. "Sir,

It's obvious she's

"She

helpful to our

eye on her

few days. Make sure she's not

"Yes, Mr. Slate."

coaxing Star