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 for me, Mr.

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

good is there being my dear nephew's lover? Why not work

subtly

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 she at least

now that Zachary

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

help you, woman," Colin

her hard work had paid

from each other's eyes that they were both scheming for different

"Sir, are

It's obvious

"She might

to our

close eye on

next few days. Make sure she's not

"Yes, Mr. Slate."

coaxing Star to sleep, picking