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.

uncle. As he stared at Vivian, he could not help licking his lips at the sight of her

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

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

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

surprising now that Zachary

not noticed her strengths. Her competence was average, and

help you, woman,"

her hard

and both of them could tell from each other's eyes that they were both scheming for

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

obvious

"She might

helpful to our cause... But

close eye on

Make sure she's

"Yes, Mr. Slate."

coaxing Star to sleep, picking up Sue's