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 for

Colin Slate, was Zachary's second uncle. As he stared at Vivian, he

is there being my dear

he had been subtly

Vivian smiled as she rejected him. "Surely you jest, Mr. Slate. I have no virtue to become Mr. Zachary's lover, and I'm just a humble worker

presumed that Vivian was a pushover, but she at least had a

was not surprising now that Zachary kept her

her strengths. Her competence was average,

help you,

her hard work

tell from each other's eyes that they were both

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

It's obvious

chuckled. "She

helpful to our

on her

days. Make sure she's not Zachary's

"Yes, Mr. Slate."

started to clean the house after coaxing Star