Millionaire In Love With Me

“Let go!”

Vivian took a step back, but she was constrained from even stepping back because she was clutched by Yeon.

“Vivian, save me, I’ll give you 100 thousand, OK? I … I’ll give you a check.” Yeon continued to plead.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

On the side, Issac continued to wrestle with his fists, and every now and then said to Vivian, “Vivian, please, please take Yeon away!”

“Heh.”

Vivian’s red lips were slightly hooked, and some ruthlessness surfaced on her delicate face.

She inclined her head at one of the bodyguards standing beside her, who still had a pistol in his hand.

Her’s eyes narrowed slightly for a moment, and she raised her hand and looked at him.

The bodyguard followed Vivian’s line of sight and found that she wanted a pistol, the bodyguard didn’t dare to give it to her and finally looked at Morris with pleading eyes.

There was no gesture from Morris.

After a long time of waiting for the bodyguard’s reaction, Vivian directly snatched the pistol from his hand, quickly pulled the bolt, banged the gun, and shot towards Yeon’s right leg with fast and vicious accuracy.

With an ear-shattering sound, it was Yeon’s miserable scream that tore through her throat, miserable.

The few people who were fighting on the side stopped and looked at the scene over here incredulously.

Issac’s eyes widened as his gaze hovered over both Yeon and Vivian, finally seeing Yeon covering her wounds and wailing in pain, he was sure that Vivian had really shot Yeon.

“Vivian, what are you doing?!”

He pushed away the bodyguard in front of him and lunged towards Vivian.

At that moment, Issac, who was burning with rage, limped to Vivian’s front, “You claim that I am your brother, and this is how you fucking treat me…”

Issac hadn’t finished his words, but when he was still three meters away from Vivian, Vivian raised her gun and shot at his wounded leg.

Issac’s body went weak and he couldn’t control but kept on the ground heavily, hurting him as he drew a breath, cold sweat stained his forehead.

Sweat and the blood on his face, mixing, and flowing down, stained his white shirt, woefully as if he were a survivor crawling out of the battle line.

“What are you … doing … what are you doing?”

Issac clenched his teeth, near collapsing in pain, but he was even more frustrated with Vivian.

Vivian ignored Issac’s gaze, looked at the gun that was still smoking lightly, and tossed it to the bodyguard behind her.

“Is money, really, everything?”

She seemed to mumble to herself as she pulled out her wallet and took out a check for half a million from it, throwing it directly at Yeon.

The light check slid down, flipped with the wind, and landed flutteringly on Yeon’s face, soaked in a corner by the tears on her face.

“Half a million is enough to get you to the cure.”

Vivian smiled to herself and closed her wallet, patting it in her hand, “It feels so good to spend money!”

Her series of perverse actions stunned Issac, and he was unable to speak for a long time.

Equally shocked were not only Yeon, but also Trent and Morris, who were standing not far away.

Morris’ eyes were overflowing with surprise, but in an instant, it was as if he understood something, and the slight suppression under his eyes was replaced by a heartbroken look.

She did this …

“Yeon, I really hate the way you flaunt in front of me with money.”

Vivian said grimly, turned around and walked away.

The moment she turned, she clutched the wallet in her hand, her trembling hand hidden by the natural wave of her hand as she walked.

With her head bowed she walked over to Morris and pursed her lips, adjusting her emotions.

When she looked up at Morris, she shrugged, smiled bitterly, and said, “Thank you for investigating the truth. Let’s go, have a drink. You have worked hard, I will treat you to dinner.”

Vivian, who was usually valued money, was extraordinarily generous today.

Trent was puzzled for a moment, and then instantly understood Vivian’s intentions.

He didn’t say anything, just looked silently at Morris.

Morris’ deep and complex eyes looked at Vivian, his thin lips slightly hooked, “Okay, your treat.”

After speaking, he turned around and walked towards the outside, speaking, “Trent, take care of other men.”

“Yes, Boss.”

Trent bowed slightly, then waved at the twenty bodyguards, “Thank you for your hard work, the boss sent words that we can have a party tonight.”

“Oh, yeah.”

“Boss is generous, let get drunk tonight.”

“I was indeed tired today.”

“Issac is quite capable of fighting.”

“Shit, he knocked one of my teeth out.”

…

Two dozen men spoke to each other as they walked towards the outside of the warehouse.

Vivian, who was standing in the crowd, looked back meaningfully at Yeon, who was lying on the ground in pain and fainting, and Issac, who was lying beside her, and said nothing as she stepped away.

Trent looked at Vivian and inexplicably felt that this woman was quite interesting.

She had shot Yeon and Issac, but it was those two shots that saved Yeon’s life.

Otherwise, with the way his Boss worked, Yeon would have been dead.

He could see this kind of superficiality, and naturally Morris could see it too.

Leaving the warehouse, Vivian got into Morris’ car, the man drove and she sat on the passenger seat, “Thanks.”

The car slowly started, Morris glanced at Vivian through the corner of his eyes, her face full of gloom, with lingering sadness.

“I’m not the one who suffered, so why thanked me?”

Morris spoke in a light voice.

Vivian knew very well in her heart that the events of today’s wedding banquet would bring unpredictable losses to the Cheal family.

With the status of the Cheal family in L City, what happened today was perfectly capable of making Morris handily kill Yeon for a price.

In order to cut off such thoughts of Morris, Vivian had no choice but to shoot and wound the two siblings.

She knew that if she did that, Morris would be able to understand what she meant.

Sure enough, the man hadn’t let her down.

“You’re right, I’m responsible for the wedding today. So the final payment won’t be necessary.”

“Well, that’s more like it. Kind of indirectly redeems me.”

“I don’t want the 150 million of final payment, but the 100 million that saved your life must be given to me.”

“Deal.”

A smile finally spread across Vivian’s cloudy face, but when she inclined her head to look out the window, the smile on her face instantly disappeared.

She and Morris found a random place to eat before returning to the Night apartment.

Citing ‘tiredness’ as an excuse, Vivian returned to her bedroom and washed up, lay down on her bed, and didn’t go out again.

Trent went upstairs, went to Morris’ study, stood in front of his desk and handed over a document, “The wedding banquet today still had a reporter and he recorded the video and posted it online. The internet was in uproar, Eonothem Group’s stock plummeted because of the wedding cancelling, with two billion gone.”