FROM DIVORCED TO BILLIONAIRE HEIR

CHAPTER 7

Seeing how calm and collected Louis was, as if he was confident of victory, Vivian felt a surge of anger.

She couldn’t wait to see how Louis would conjure up one million dollars for her right away.

If he couldn’t, she swore she would make sure to drown him in her scorn!

Louis calmly took out his phone and dialed a number. 

"Terminator X," he said, "I need you to send one million to the entrance of Apex Z Group now."

Vivian's eyes got big. 

Seriously?!

That Terminator X?! 

How could Louis be talking to him?

“As you command, Sir. I’ill have John Wales, the General Manager of Apex Z Group, get the money ready.”

Terminator X said on the phone.

Louis ended the call and looked at Vivian. 

"Wait a few minutes," he said, not caring much.

“Louis, how could your shame know no boundary?”

Vivian's eyes widened in disbelief and mockery. 

"Do you even know who Terminator X is? Well, let me tell you, in case you have no idea.”

“Terminator X is the richest man in the world! Do you know what that means?”

She laughed, a harsh, mocking sound. 

“That means a lowlife like you can never ever talk to him! Not to mention demanding him to send you one million!”

“Look at you, trying to act all high and mighty! Who do you think you are, a lion? You're more like a mangy alley cat pretending to be king of the jungle!"

She circled Louis, her voice getting louder. 

"Well, well, Mr. Big Shot, if you're so rich, where's my money? I want it now! Or are you all bark and no bite, like a yappy little chihuahua?"

As the time tick-tock by, Louis remained calm and silent.

Nothing happened.

Nobody appeared.

This only made Vivian angrier.

"Come on, you spineless man!" she taunted. 

"Twenty seconds passed! Show me the money right now! Or are you too busy trying to count it on your fingers, you brainless slug?"

Vivian urged impatiently. 

Louis simply looked at her, his face unreadable. 

"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue? Or should I say, mouse got your tongue? Because that's what you are, Louis - a tiny, insignificant mouse trying to roar like a lion. It's pathetic!"

Ben, who had been watching, shook his head. 

"Vivian, dear, let's not waste time on this loser. We have an important meeting, remember?"

Then Ben turned to Louis, trying to look better than him. 

"Look, Louis, I'll give Vivian the one million you can't give her. Think of it as a lesson in not pretending to be something you're not."

As he spoke, he pulled Vivian closer.

His head held high like a proud rooster.

Vivian smiled back at Ben, holding his arm. 

"You're so nice and generous, Ben. Unlike some people," she said, looking meanly at Louis.

“Louis, you should be grateful for Ben’s generosity!”

“People like you can only fake. From now onwards, stay away from me.” 

She pointed her finger on Louis and scrunched her nose in disgust. 

As Ben and Vivian turned to leave, looking very proud of themselves, Louis couldn’t care less. 

In fact, he felt utterly unmoved.

After learning the truth about the doll, Vivian didn't matter to him anymore. 

He watched them go without saying a single word.

His attention was already shifted entirely to finding his real childhood saviour.

Just after Ben and Vivian left, the elevator opened. 

A slightly fat, middle-aged man came out, followed by two broad-shouldered man. 

They were both red-faced with heavy sweat and breathing hard, each carrying a heavy case.

"Mr. Kindsor!" 

The slightly fat, middle-age man called out, hurrying to Louis. 

"Sorry to keep you waiting, Sir.” 

“Here is the money you requested. One million, in cash, in these two cases."

John Wales said, as he bowed to Louis respectfully.