Millionaire In Love With Me

There were many things he couldn’t help himself with in order to solidify the company and the Cheal family’s century-old foundation.

His archenemy was no other than Mike Cheal, his uncle.

Today, it was his wedding, and Mike was back.

The wedding started at eleven o’clock sharp.

Vivian was busy shuttling back and forth at the wedding site, as she had an extremely similar face to Yoona, she kept a black mask on so as not to cause unnecessary trouble.

The packed hall of guests were watching the dancing on stage.

Vivian looked at her wristwatch, it was already half past ten, she held the intercom and shouted, “It’s already half past ten, the emcee make the final preparations, make sure that everything is …”

She was halfway through her sentence when someone suddenly tapped her on the shoulder.

As soon as Vivian turned around, she saw a man with a short beard, deep and three-dimensional features, like a model, especially his pair of beautiful eye-catching azure pupils was telling that he was a mixed race.

He wore a gray suit with a black vest underneath and a diamond necklace of obsidian around his neck.

“You are Vivian?”

The man placed his hands in the pockets of his suit trousers, gazing at her.

Vivian’s brows frowned slightly in surprise.

She was wearing a mask, she had never met the man in front of her, and he actually recognized her instantly.

“Mr. Cheal, you want to see me?” She asked.

“Oh, you know me?”

“Mike Cheal, the seventh son of the Cheal family. I’ve never met you, but I’ve heard of you.”

If it weren’t for the Cheal family, she might not know Mike now.

But because Madame Cheal had repeatedly tried to introduce Mike to her as a date, and had seen his picture, she was naturally no stranger to Mike.

“Haha, it’s a blessing to have a beautiful woman remember me.”

Mike was born with a face of a model, and his voice spoke as if he was a voice actor, very pleasant to the ear, while he hooked his lips and smiled, his handsome face had a few points of unrestrained evil.

Vivian couldn’t help but feel that the genes of the Cheal family were so strong, how could everyone look so handsome?

However, she did think that Morris was moderately handsome, unlike Mike, whose looks just gave off a few evil feeling.

Out of politeness, Vivian gently pulled her mask down and gave a smile, “Mr. Cheal, what can I do for you?”

“Since you’re Madame Cheal’s goddaughter, just call me Uncle Mike.” Mike said.

Because his father had gotten drunk and had a relationship with a foreign woman back in the day, that was how he got Mike.

And with only seven years between him and Mike and Morris, he was also the youngest of the elders.

Vivian dared to make a scene in front of Morris, but did not dare to be reckless in front of Mike, instead she said in a disciplined manner, “Madame Cheal is just making a joke, Mr. Cheal, no need to take it seriously.”

She glanced at her wristwatch as she spoke, “If there’s nothing else, I’ll get busy.”

“Wait.”

As Vivian was just about to leave, Mike took out something from his pocket and handed it to her, “Here. This is a gift Madame Cheal has instructed me to prepare for you.”

“You mean Grandma?”

Although he had a good relationship with Madame Cheal, because his mother was a mistress, it made him more or less repulsed by Madame Cheal, so he also addressed ‘Madame Cheal’ along with everyone else.

“Right.”

He nodded.

Vivian looked at the slender blue velvet brocade box he handed over, with stamped gold English lettering.

It was extremely expensive at first glance.

She shook her head, “Thank you for your kindness, but I can’t take this.”

Such good intentions come very suddenly.

Vivian shook the walkie-talkie in her hand, “Sorry, Mr. Cheal, I have work to do, let’s talk later.”

“Then leave your number, okay?”

“Well …”

For such a reason, Vivian really couldn’t refuse.

She smiled helplessly, “Okay.”

A string of phone numbers was quoted to Mike before she left to give her full attention to her work.NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

Presidential Suite.

Morris was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window when Trent suddenly walked in, straight to his side, and handed him a piece of information, “Boss, this is the information you wanted me to investigate.”

After returning from Zhutang Town that day, Morris instructed Trent to re-investigate everything about Vivian and the Lee family.

Trent then immediately sent someone to investigate everything in detail until he followed the traces and found out that the person who saved his Boss in the first place was Vivian, and after hesitating, he decided to suppress the truth.

His Boss’s fondness for Vivian was in his eyes.

Boss was willing to marry Yoona, besides because of the baby in her womb, was that they all thought that Yoona saved Boss and Boss married her to keep his promise.

If the wedding was cancelled now, then the last person he married would inevitably be Vivian.

The business world was like a battlefield. With the beloved, there was weakness.

Not wanting his Boss to be held to a soft spot one day, Trent chose to hide the truth.

But just five minutes ago, someone handed a copy to Trent, and seeing the video on the flash drive, Trent was in complete shock, and decided to bring everything over to Boss.

“Morris is getting married soon, what information does he need to read now? Trent, you really didn’t do a good job.” Philip, who was sitting idly on the sofa, stood up and walked towards them.

He reached out, wanting to take the things away from Trent’s hands, but Trent was clutching the file bag tightly and refused to let go.

Taking it all in, Morris’ brow furrowed slightly as he raised his hand to take the paper, “Say it.”

“This …”

Trent’s gaze glanced at Danny, Arlo, and Philip, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Morris’ eyes sank slightly as he gestured them, and the three knew that things were not simple.

“Holy shit, so mysterious?”

“Philip, what’s the waste of words? Hurry up and come out.”

“You guys talk, we’ll stand in the doorway.”

…

The three friends walked out, closing the door behind them.

It was then that Morris opened the file and ordered, “Just say it.”

“Boss, when Miss Mond first asked you to investigate the truth about her parents’ car accident, the driver who died was actually not the one who caused the crash by accident, but … rather the Lee family was operating behind the scenes.”

Trent said.

When Morris heard his words, his hand paused, his handsome face tinged with a little surprise, “Go on.”

“And there’s the fact that … when you had that car accident, the person who really saved you was not Miss Lee, but … rather Miss Mond.”

“Vivian?”

Listening to Trent hesitantly tell the truth, Morris fell into a pensive mood, being somewhat skeptical of the truth of the matter, “Are you sure?”

“It’s a thousand percent true. I investigated Miss Lee and accidentally discovered that on the night of your car accident, she went to a bar with her best friend and drank until midnight.”

“Heh, that’s good.”

Morris clutched the document in his hand, his sharp pupils suddenly erupting with a stern chill.