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.

you ask

Zachary's second uncle. As he stared at Vivian, he could not help licking his lips

dear

the biggest shareholder of Slate Industries, he had been subtly sabotaging Zachary's work for

rejected him. "Surely you jest, Mr. Slate. I have no virtue to become Mr. Zachary's lover, and I'm

that Vivian was a pushover, but she at

not surprising now

was average, and she was only transferred over to assist him

you,

hard work had

from each other's eyes that they were both

left, which puzzled Colin's assistant. "Sir, are you letting her go

It's obvious she's

"She

our cause... But

eye on her

Make

"Yes, Mr. Slate."

house after coaxing Star to sleep, picking