StartNovelChapter 806
Zachary let out a clear laugh, and the intimidating aura around him softened considerably as he gazed at her
with obvious affection.
Little did he know that Vivian witnessed this scene, clenching her fists so hard she actually broke a nail, her
expression seething with malice.
Watching the two leave together, Vivian's heart burned with hatred.
When most guests had departed, Vivian could no longer contain her jealousy and rage. She slipped away to her
upstairs room.
The door slammed shut.
Muffled roars echoed from within, followed by the crash of objects hitting the floor and shattering.
The servants who heard the commotion stood nervously outside, exchanging worried glances. None dared
disturb their furious mistress.
Just then, an uninvited guest strolled leisurely up the stairs.
The man wore a black trench coat, his features rugged yet carrying an air of reckless abandon.
The servants showed no surprise at his arrival, bowing respectfully with practiced familiarity. "Mr. Spencer."
Leon slipped his hands into his pockets and smiled. "Where's Vivian?"
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe servants gestured toward the room, still visibly shaken. "Miss is inside."
Leon noticed their expressions and raised an eyebrow. "Another tantrum?" The servants hesitated before
nodding.
Leon's smile deepened with casual indifference. "You can all go downstairs. I'll handle this."
Given Vivian's treatment of Mr. Spencer, the servants didn't dare disobey and quickly retreated.
Leon maintained scourtesy, knocking before entering. "May | cin?"
Vivian recognized his voice. Impatience flashed across her features, but she took
a deep breath and replied as calmly as possible, "Cin."
Leon licked his lips and entered, closing the door behind him.
The room lay in dim light, but moonlight streaming through the windows revealed the wreckage scattered across
the floor.
Leon stepped carefully around the glass shards, making disapproving sounds.
Vivian huddled on the bed, arms wrapped around her knees, resembling a wounded animal in defensive posture.
"What do you want?" Her voice cout hoarse.
Leon approached slowly, reaching out to lift her chin. His gaze roamed brazenly over her beautiful face as he
spoke softly, "Not happy to see me?"
Vivian turned her head away, escaping his grasp. "If you weren't welcome, would you have gotten into my room
so easily?"
Leon chuckled and nodded approvingly. "True enough. That's exactly what | wanted to hear."
Vivian had no patience for his
games. She closed her eyes and put
on an exhausted expression. "If you
need something
say Otherwise,
leave. | need to rest."
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Leon straightened, looking down at her. His tone shifted, becoming unreadable.
"So you're this angry because of Zachary?"
Though phrased as a question, it carried certainty.
At his words, Vivian's body trembled. Her eyes Snapped open, flashing coldly in the darkness as she gritted her
teeth. "All | feel for him now is hatred. Every moment, think about destroying his reputation." s
Leon sighed, his lips curving in what seemed part lament, part mockery. "Hell hath no fury like a woman
scored. | starting to feel sorry for him."
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Then his tone shifted as he casually removed his designer trench coat and tossed
it onto the bedside sofa.
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