Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover

His gaze turned from tender to icy in a heartbeat.

Vivian's face went as white as a sheet. From their body language, tone, and conversation, Vivian could see that these two had a special relationship. Chloe had actually cozied up to the King of Eldridge!

Vivian's eyes flashed with a fierce mix of jealousy and resentment. But under the man's steely stare, it turned into a desperate plea. "Mr. Connor, please spare me. It wasn't me. It was Linda. She gave me the documents. On my last day, she suddenly handed me a folder. To secure her spot as the prime-time show host, she had me post it online on the last day of the voting. I was just a pawn, a tool for Linda."

Vivian knew all too well what crossing Connor meant.

She went to university in Eldridge City, and the Eldridge Elites had plenty of legendary tales about Connor.

They said he was ruthless, with the face of an angel but the heart of a demon. Those who crossed him either vanished without a trace or met a grisly end.

Connor's voice was chilling. "Even tools must pay the price. You have three days to leave Riverbrook. If I ever see you again, I guarantee you won't find a place to stand anywhere in this country."

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Chloe got the answer she was looking for and stood up.

Connor took her hand, his tone soft. "Why are your hands so cold?" After saying that, he took off his suit jacket and draped it over Chloe's shoulders.

As they walked out of the restaurant, Chloe said, "Thanks for your help. I owe you one."

Only Connor's influence could blacklist Vivian from the media industry.

Chloe's tone was still somewhat distant. It seemed that apart from their intimate moments, she always kept a clear boundary with him.

Connor spoke lightly, "Since you say you owe me, there's a chance for you to repay me."

Chloe looked up, her captivating eyes making his heart race. "What chance?"

"I just mentioned that Devon is having a birthday party here, and everyone else has a date except me. It's quite embarrassing, so why don't you join me for a drink, and we can head back together later."

Chloe knew that for these high society men, a date was a matter of prestige, like their designer watches, an embellishment. It was just like women's designer clothes and handbags.

Although she disliked this idea, she owed him a favor and naturally had to repay it.

"Alright, let's go."

The door to the private room swung open, and the lively atmosphere hit them like a wave.

The room was huge, with people singing, playing poker, lounging on sofas, drinking, and rolling dice.

The table was piled high with various gifts and a giant cake that had already been cut.

"Connor, you're back. Where did you..."

A bubbly girl saw Connor at the door and ran over to him cheerfully like a songbird. But when she saw Chloe and Connor's suit jacket draped over Chloe's shoulders, her expression changed dramatically.

Her voice also rose, filled with hostility. "Connor, who is she?"

The others also gradually snapped back to reality, looking towards the door. They saw that Connor had actually brought a woman, and their eyes widened in surprise.

"She's my girlfriend," Connor's voice was calm, but it was loud enough for everyone in the room to hear.