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.

ask for me,

he stared at Vivian, he could not help licking his lips at the sight of her stunning

being my dear nephew's lover? Why

been subtly sabotaging Zachary's work

as she rejected him. "Surely you jest, Mr. Slate. I have no virtue to become Mr. Zachary's

that Vivian was a pushover, but she

surprising now

her strengths. Her competence was average, and she was only transferred over to assist

you,

her hard

in return, and both of them could tell from each other's eyes that they

which puzzled Colin's assistant. "Sir,

obvious she's

chuckled. "She

our cause...

on her movements

few days. Make sure she's not

"Yes, Mr. Slate."

clean the house after coaxing Star to sleep, picking