My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris)

Chapter 235 This is My Thank Gift

But Vivian laughed it off and raised her hand to applaud, "Miss Stewart, you have a point. But the

difference is that I was born in an ordinary family, and without the Cheal family, I can still stand on my

own. But Miss Stewart is different, in case one day your family goes bankrupt, I'm afraid that you will

only starve to death on the streets one day."

"You ......"

Sue didn't expect Vivian to be so sharp-tongued.

She was angry and then snorted, "Miss Mond, you are really eloquent, it's very endearing. Oh, by the

way, in a few days it's a charity event in L City, I'm looking forward to your participation."

After speaking, she raised her hand to check the time on her wristwatch, "It's getting late, my friends

are waiting for me. Miss Mond, see you later."

With a smile on her face, Sue waved to her and turned away.

Gazing at her back, Vivian’s heart suddenly gave birth to a strange feeling that Sue was very hostile to

her.

But it had to be said that she was more tolerant than Yoona.

As a veritable gentry's daughter, she did have distinguished temperament and would not show her real

thought.

Vivian turned to leave, she didn't drive because she was going out to drink.

On her way home, she strolled through the streets alone, wrapping her sweater around her as she blew

in the late autumn chill.

Suddenly, the phone rang in her pocket.

Vivian pulled out her phone and saw that it was Morris’ call.

She hadn't seen him for over a month since her last departure from his villa.

During the time, Morris sent her two messages, but she didn't reply, and after that, Morris didn't send

her any more messages.

Even when Vivian went to visit Madame Cheal at the mansion, she didn't see Morris in person.

It had been over a month without contact, so Vivian thought he had something urgent and answered

the phone, "Hello?"

After that, she waited quietly for the man on the other end to speak.

However, after two seconds of waiting and no sound from the other side, she frowned, "Do you hear

me? I'm hanging up if you don't say anything.

"

"How are you doing?"

Morris’ low, extremely magnetic voice came from the other end of the phone, as nice as ever.

"Alive and well. No need to worry about me."

"What about your company, is it okay?"

Although Vivian knew that Morris was simply asking about it, now that the wedding company had

become a fatal point for Vivian, it immediately made her mood upset, "Speaking of the company, of

course I have to thank you. Thanks to you, my company is doing well."

"Is that so? How do you thank me?"

Morris asked with a smile.

"It's too late today, so I'll take you to lunch tomorrow. The address will be sent to you tomorrow."

A somewhat tired Vivian didn't say anything more and simply hung up the phone.

She took a taxi home and lay alone on a deck chair on the balcony, staring out the window at the stars,

in a low mood.

Noon in the following day.

Lancington Western Restaurant.

Vivian went to the restaurant early and booked a booth, ordered a cup of coffee, and sat down to wait

for Morris.

Ten minutes later, someone knocked on the door and pushed in.

"Been waiting a long time?"

Morris, dressed in a black shirt and a tailored blue trench coat, walked in.

"I arrived just now."

Vivian raised her eyes to look at Morris, even though he was dressed randomly, when he walked from

the entrance of the box to the table, it was as if he was a top male model, with a compelling

temperament.

Morris sat across from her, and the waitress followed behind him, bringing the menu.

The two ordered some food and ordered a bottle of wine.

After the waitress left, Morris gazed at Vivian, "I haven't seen you for over a month, you've lost a lot of

weight."

This month, he went abroad.

In addition to dealing with the business, he had specifically contacted some experts to take Vivian's

blood and the two bowls brought out of the dungeon over for testing and analysis.

The results, as usual in domestic hospital tests, were uneventful.

Morris made a special trip to the dungeon upon his return, and urged Trent to search the palace again,

but still came up empty.

The one who entered and left the dungeon that day without showing himself, as if he could vanish into

the ground, was nowhere to be seen, and did not even leave any trace in the dungeon.

Who the hell was he?

A cloud of suspicion washed over Morris’ mind.

"Weight loss." Vivian leaned against the seat and took a sip of her coffee, disgruntled.

Perhaps, she was just being too cold to Morris.

Seeing that she was not in a good mood, Morris pulled out something from his trench coat pocket and

placed it in front of her, "I brought you something from abroad."

It was an exquisite black velvet square box.

Vivian's eyelids lifted slightly as she glanced at the handsome, gentle man and said in confusion,

"What?"

She asked as she picked up the square box and opened it, revealing a pair of red teardrop shaped

diamond earrings with gold bezels and red tassels hanging down.

The earrings were simple, shimmering in the light of the box, and the dots of stars were particularly

beautiful.

As a girl, Vivian certainly liked the pair of jewelry, but she still closed the box and pushed the item in

front of Morris, "No credit, your kindness is gratefully received." Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

After speaking, she pulled out two contracts from the bag she kept aside, as well as a signature pen,

and placed it in front of Morris, "Didn't you ask how I thank you? This is the thank gift for you."

The contract held in the folder, Morris’ eyebrows raised slightly up, his handsome face tinged with

doubt. He opened the folder, and saw the share transfer contract.

"What do you mean?" He asked in a hushed voice.

Vivian took a spoon and stirred the coffee in the white porcelain cup, calmly said, "The wedding

company’s performance soared in just over a month, the turnover has doubled dozens of times, it

cannot be separated from your credit. I am ashamed of these money, but the 50 people and I worked

every day and night, we have done hard work. So, I'll leave half of the company's earnings and give the

other half to you. It's considered payment."

She was replying on the Cheal family,

This sentence was the one Vivian had heard the most during this month.

In her case, it was both objectively true and humiliating to the point of making her efforts with everyone

on the company staff go unnoticed.

That feeling put a tremendous amount of pressure on her heart.

Thinking about it, the best way to pay it back was in this way now.

Morris tapped the file without giving it another glance, simply closing it and dropping it on the table.

A touch of imperceptible anger surfaced on that handsome face, "Between you and me, do we need to

be so clearly separated?"

"Why not?"

Vivian looked at Morris, "I'm just Grandma's god granddaughter. I don't seem to have much to do with

you."

"Is that so? In that case, this contract is even more impossible for me to sign." His face sank as he

pushed the contract directly in front of Vivian.