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? Why

subtly sabotaging Zachary's work for years to claim the position of

no virtue to become Mr. Zachary's lover, and I'm just a humble worker making ends meet. I'd

was a pushover, but

surprising now that Zachary kept

had not noticed her strengths. Her competence was average, and she was only transferred over to assist him in

you, woman,"

hard work

them could tell from each other's eyes

Colin's assistant. "Sir, are you letting her go just

obvious

"She might

to our cause... But

close eye on

next few days. Make sure

"Yes, Mr. Slate."

clean the house after coaxing Star