Millionaire In Love With Me

She drove all the way back to the city center and removed her make-up and changed her clothes in the car, and parked the car at the place she had agreed with Sophie in advance.

Only then did she get out of the car and hailed a taxi on the roadside.

When the taxi arrived near Yara’s flat, Vivian found a large stall on the side of the road, so she got off early and sat alone in front of it, jerking off and drinking.

Having tossed and turned for most of the night, she had thought it would take a long time to investigate the murderer behind the scene.

But now, it didn’t seem to take.

Because, the truth was right in front of her eyes.

Vivian had countless fantasies, guessing that it was Sue, Yoona, or Mike, but never thought that the final murderer would be Issac!

The white wine poured into her belly, burning hot, but making Vivian’s thoughts incomparably clear.

The first time she thought that she hurt Issac and his sister in the warehouse, Issac would understand that she could not help herself, but who knows, she was naive.

Thinking about it, Vivian couldn’t help but think about that day when she was drunk at the old mansion, Mike handed her over to Issac and he took her to a hotel to sleep for the night, which was really a bit scary.

Fortunately, nothing had happened, otherwise it would have been too late to regret.

Vivian drank alone for a while and settled the bill before stumbling back to Yara’s house.

Yara was still asleep, so she washed up briefly and went to bed.

The next day.

Vivian woke up at six in the morning, but she didn’t get up today, instead she stayed in bed and played with her mobile phone.

Yara woke up not long afterwards, turned over in bed and stretched out, “I slept until I woke up naturally, so comfortable.”

“Vivian, good morning.”

She greeted Vivian as she hugged the bedding and lazily squinted her sleepy eyes.

Vivian responded, “Good morning.”

“What would you like to eat in the morning?” Yara asked.

Vivian glanced at her, “You want to make it for me?”

“No, Mike will bring us breakfast when he comes over.”

“All good.”

Vivian put down her phone and huddled under the blanket, “I’ll sleep a bit more.”

Sleep?

How could she sleep?

It was just that she was blinded by the extraordinarily attentive feeling of Mike, and she couldn’t help but wonder if Mike could be conspiring with Issac.

An hour later, Vivian got up and sat on the sofa in the living room.

Morris came in with breakfast.

He came in followed by Issac, carrying breakfast.

“Vivian, did you sleep well last night?”

Issac who rubbed shoulders with her last night was cold and noble, with arrogance in his bones; while the one now, with a wicked smile on his handsome face, made people feel more affectionate and close.

“What’s wrong, what are you thinking about?”

Seeing that she was lost in thought, Mike reached out and waved his hand in front of her, concerned.

“Hmm? No, nothing.”

Vivian shook her head and looked at the sumptuous breakfast on the table, “I’m hungry, just waiting for your breakfast.”

She took her chopsticks and began to eat.

Issac walked over to her and sat down, shushing her, “I’m still sending people to investigate the matter, I believe there will be results soon. You mustn’t feel psychological pressure, just stay well here with Yara for a few days.”

If she used to treat Issac as a brother, as a friend, then …

The current Issac was like a poisonous thorn that she must be careful of at all times, and she could not bring things to the surface.

The reason was she didn’t have enough evidence.

The point was, it would do more harm than good to talk things through.

“Okay.”

Vivian nodded while chewing the wontons in her mouth, then raised her head and asked, “How are things going with the investigation?”

Issac sat across from Vivian and shook his head, “No clue yet.”

“No clue yet?”

Vivian squeezed her spoon, pretending to stir the wontons absentmindedly, and suddenly asked, “Then investigate Tristan, this matter is obviously directed at me. Just look into Tristan, you’ll definitely find a clue.”

“Tristan has disappeared.” Issac told Vivian the truth.

“Disappeared?” Vivian raised her head and looked at Issac with clear watery eyes without blinking, as if she wanted to penetrate deep into his heart through his handsome face and see how hypocritical and dark his heart really was.

Was this just Issac’s first step towards revenge?

Vivian did not know.

“So how long do I have to stay here with Yara?” Vivian sighed despondently, sorrow written all over her face.

Yara saw the situation and was a bit upset.

She moved to Vivian’s side, reached out and wrapped her arms around her neck, soothing her, “Don’t worry, with your Uncle Mike and Mr. Issac, there will be no problem.”

“Don’t worry too much.”

With his hands tucked in his trouser pockets, Mike looked down on Vivian from above, “Just remember, don’t go out these days, you must stay with Yara.”

“Why?” Vivian asked, puzzled.

“There are all sorts of criticisms and unpleasant words about you out there, and although you are clean, you cannot resist gossip. Therefore, the best way to protect you is for you not to go out these days.”

Mike analyzed in a serious manner.

“Yes, listen to your Uncle Mike. By the way, Vivian, give me your phone.”

“Ok.”

Vivian handed the phone to Issac, only to see Issac tinkering with Vivian’s phone for a long time before returning it to her.

She asked curiously, “Issac, what did you get on my phone?”

“A tracking system. Just in case.”

“Oh, good, thank you.”

Vivian held the phone, nodded at him, and continued to eat with her head down.

A tracking system?Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

After breakfast was finished, Mike and Issac left, and Yara went to work.

Thus, Vivian was left alone in the large flat.

She lay on her bed and turned on her phone, looking at the virus Issac had planted on her phone, which could not only track and locate her location, but also listen to all the incoming messages on her phone.

Vivian looked at the link to the implanted virus and smiled contemptuously.

This kind of pedestrian stuff was out of date for her, and now Issac was showing it off in front of her?

He didn’t know that she majored in computer science at university.

Lying in bed, she swiped her phone news, hot search in addition to those news content yesterday there were a few more hot search.

‘Tristan, who was innocently beaten by Vivian, disappears’, ‘Eonothem Group’s stock opens down due to Vivian fiasco’, ‘Yoona says ‘to trust sister Vivian” …

The following netizens hot comment: beat up Tristan and kidnapped, this is a very ‘judgmental’ day, I see ‘punishment’!

“Madame Cheal should never have recognized such a woman as her god granddaughter.”

“Like a piece of stinky shit, it’s bad luck to get involved.”

“Yoona is still a good person, at this point, she actually stood up and said she believed Vivian.”

“Too naive to actually take Vivian as a good person.”