CHAPTER 4
Author: Benazir
last update2024-10-25 16:05:14

Vivian Howard paced the bedroom, the small doll clutched in her hand. 

Her mind raced with possibilities, a flicker of doubt crossing her face.

"Could Juliet and Louis be having affair behind my back?" 

She wondered aloud, her voice barely a whisper.

But as quickly as the thought arose, she dismissed it with a shake of her head.

"No, that's impossible."

She remembered she had never even introduced them. 

As for Juliet, she was the eldest daughter of the Beaumon Family—she had good looks, perfect figure, and a prestigious background.

Although the Beaumon Clan wasn’t one of the four major Families, they were still an established name in Apple City.

So how could Juliet possibly be interested in a lowlife like Louis?

It was clear that Louis must have obtained the doll through improper means, just like some sleazy men who liked stealing women’s underwear.

“Yuk! Truly disgusting!”

Vivian tossed the doll back into the box, her disgust for Louis growing. 

She'd ask Juliet about it later, just to be sure. 

For now, she had more pressing matters - Ben Gutsby was waiting to take her to Apex Z Group.

As Vivian applied a final touch of lipstick, her phone buzzed. It was Ben.

"Ready, darling?" his smooth voice came through the speaker.

"Just about," Vivian replied, a smile playing on her lips. 

"I'll be down in a minute."

She hung up, grabbed her designer handbag, and headed out, thoughts of Louis already fading from her mind.

Across town, a fleet of luxury cars pulled up in front of the Apex Z Group building. 

Louis Kindsor stepped out of the lead vehicle.

He had arrived earlier than planned, his mind focused on the tasks ahead.

As Louis approached the entrance and was about to look around on his own, two familiar figures exited the building. 

The woman was wearing a form-fitting long red dress, her curvy figure accentuated.

Her long wavy hair cascaded down, matching the beautifully intricate make on her face.

The man dressed in an upscale dark purple suit and had his hair neatly styled. 

He wore a limited edition Rolex watch, and appeared to be around 25 or 26 of age.

They were none other than Vivian Howard and Ben Gutsby.

"Oh Ben! I can't believe you know John Wales personally," Vivian gushed, her arm tightly linked with Ben’s and her eyes sparkling with admiration. 

"The General Manager of Apex Z Group! And the way you handled that conversation... If this project goes through, your family stands to make billions!"

Ben puffed up with pride, a smug smile playing on his lips. 

"It's nothing, really. Just another day at the office for me."

Louis saw how nice and sweet Vivian was to Ben. 

It was totally different from how she treated him. 

Louis watched the exchange impassively, his face a mask of indifference. 

He had no intention of engaging with them, but fate had other plans.

He tried to ignore them and walk away.

But Vivian already saw Louis. 

Her happy face quickly turned angry.

"What the hell are you doing here?" 

Vivian said with unmistakable disgust. 

“It’s not a forbidden place. So why can’t I be here? Aren’t you here too?”

Louis looked at Vivian with indifference.

“Oh, come on, you loser. Can’t you tell that I came with Ben to discuss a project?”

Vivian mocked.

"As for you, are you here looking for a janitor job?” 

“Wait! Don’t tell me you stalked me here to beg me to take you back!"

“I—stalkng you? To beg you to take me back?”

Louis shook his head and chuckled coldly.

"I'm just here to visit my company."

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