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

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

dear nephew's lover? Why not work for

subtly sabotaging Zachary's work for years to claim the

I have no virtue to become Mr. Zachary's lover, and I'm just a humble worker making ends meet.

a pushover, but

not surprising now

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

you, woman," Colin

smiled-all her hard work

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

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

obvious she's

"She might

our

eye on her

few days. Make sure she's

"Yes, Mr. Slate."

the house after coaxing Star to sleep,