Millionaire In Love With Me

“A reversal.”

“My God, conspiracy theory, someone is jealous of Vivian, right?”

“I see that the person who did the poisoning in the newlywed explosion was done by Hunter who likes Lily and failed to court her.”

“Could it be a fake?”

“I believe the police!”

“Tristan is so fucking greedy, he deserves it.”

“Vivian is so miserable, it’s so tragic.”

…

The incident was exposed in its entirety, plugging the poisonous tongues.

However, before Vivian could come forward and speak out, Yoona first posted a dynamic on Microblog: I will always believe in Vivian! Justice may be late, but it is never absent.

A dynamic that once again pushed Yoona into the hot search.

“Wow, what a good national sister.”

“But why don’t you and Vivian get along well?”

“You’ll always believe in Vivian, I’ll always believe in you.”

“When everyone questioned Vivian, you were the only one who always believed in her.”

…

Once again, Yoona won a wave of goodwill with her ‘practical actions’, and her popularity rubbed off on her.

As the party involved in the incident, Vivian was secretly manipulating everything, but lay in Yara’s bedroom with her head buried in a sleep.

She was still ‘unaware’ of what was going on outside until Yara, Issac and Mike appeared in the bedroom.

“Vivian? Wake up, wake up.”

Yara saw that Vivian was still sleeping and immediately went up and patted her, “Something big has happened.”

“What?”

Vivian lay under the blanket, rubbed her eyes, looked at the few people standing in front of her and muttered, “What’s wrong?”

“Didn’t you read Microblog?” Issac asked, wrinkling his brows.

“Yeah, hurry up and read Microblog, hurry up.” Yara urged.

Vivian leaned listlessly on the bed, grinding her phone to open Microblog and swiped through the hot search list, she couldn’t help but frown and sat up straight in a flash, “What’s this?”

She subconsciously looked at them, “Issac, Uncle Mike, this is what you did?”

The deliberately feigned excitement portrayed to the fullest.

Vivian suddenly felt it was a pity that she didn’t become an actress.

Issac inclined his head and glanced at Mike, the two of them exchanged a glance and looked at Vivian again.

From her face, not a single hint of a different look was detected.

So this really had nothing to do with Vivian?

“Of course. Apart from Issac and your Uncle Mike, who else would help you now?” Yara was overjoyed and hugged Vivian, “Wow, hahahaha, Vivian, you’ve finally cleared yourself. Congratulations, you don’t even know that I’ve been worried about you these days.”

“Don’t move, don’t move, shaking makes me dizzy.”

Vivian pushed Yara away, looked down at the Microblog hot search, casually clicked on the ‘evidence’ in the video, and looked at the two men in front of her, “Where did you get the evidence from?”

At this moment, both Mike and Issac agreed that since Vivian did not know about this matter, it must be Morris who was secretly helping her.

So the two unanimously unified their thoughts.

“This is what Uncle Mike and I went to great lengths to find.” Issac smiled faintly, “He helped you a lot.”

Mike followed suit, “Mr. Issac has also been busy for you. He treats you really well.”

The two men bragged about each other, not feeling ashamed and bashful in the slightest.

“Thank you, thank you guys.”

Vivian held her phone and skimmed her lips, nearly crying, “If you guys hadn’t helped me, I don’t know how long I would have been wronged.”

She held her phone and swiped through the evidence over and over again.

And some of that evidence was provided by Morris, and some of it she had gone to great lengths to get herself.

Then she consolidated all the chains of evidence, handed them over to a reliable micro-blogger, and told Tristan about the burning of his house and his opponent’s intention to get rid of him when she met with him last night, before convincing him to turn himself in.

Everything was done by both her and Morris together.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

But the two of them, Issac and Mike, actually had the nerve to say that they had worked so hard to accomplish it?

Vivian looked at them, steeped in the feeling that she was looking at two monkeys jumping up and down.

“Alright, don’t be sad, it’s best if you’re alright now.”

Yara gave Vivian a hug and comforted her.

“Yeah, I can finally go back to my own house and sleep.”

In the evening, several people sat down together for dinner.

After eating, Vivian intended to go home.

Issac then said, “There must be a lot of reporters in front of your house, are you sure you can do it alone?”

“Yes. If you really can’t, you can ask Mr. Issac to accompany you back together.”

Mike suggested.

Yara, that big fool, also agreed, “Right. I don’t feel comfortable with you going back alone, so why not let Issac accompany you?”

Vivian, tired of mediating between them, said, “No, I don’t need to. I always have to learn to face things on my own.”

After that, she hailed a taxi from the roadside and took it back to her flat.

After he had left, Mike said to Yara, “Yara, can you help me buy a box of cigarettes? I’m out of cigarettes.”

Yara was in a sea of love, so she naturally went to buy cigarettes for him.

After she left, Issac put his arms around his chest and said with a serious expression, “It seems that Morris really likes Vivian, saying that it’s none of his business, he’s still secretly helping her to set things right.”

“So, more reason for you to have a sense of crisis. If the truth is discovered by Morris, you and I will be tantamount to digging our own graves.” What the two of them had conspired to plan, Mike and Issac were tantamount to grasshoppers on a rope.

Once it was discovered by Morris that they were behind the plot, they would be in big trouble.

“Except for Tristan, the evidence has all been wiped clean and it’s impossible to trace us. But, with Morris’ intelligence, I reckon nine out of ten he will be able to guess.”

Issac let out a sigh, vaguely worried.

“The good thing is that Tristan hasn’t seen you, so you can’t act rashly again.”

Mike raised his hand and stroked the beard on his chin, thought for a moment, and then added, “Even if Morris suspects, there is no evidence. It would be better to point all the fingers at Sue. By then, even if Morris doesn’t believe it, at least, that silly woman Vivian won’t suspect us.”

The two people thought of Vivian so simply.

At that moment, Vivian had arrived in a taxi at the entrance of the flat where she was staying.

There were still many reporters at the entrance of the flat.

When Vivian saw those reporters, she sat inside the car in silence for a few seconds, but finally pushed open the car door and chose to walk down to face those media reporters.

Running away was not a solution, she had to learn to face them.

“Isn’t that Miss Yoona?”

“It’s Vivian. Vivian is here.”

“Hurry up.”

“Hurry over to the interview.”

…

When the reporters saw Vivian appear, they swarmed over in a huff and surrounded her.