Chapter 162

Ethan Roscente tapped his long fingers on the desk, his indifferent gaze sweeping over Vincent Valrose's fawning face.

Vivian Laurent stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, sunlight outlining her delicate profile.

Vincent finally noticed her presence, his pupils contracting sharply. Wasn't this the same Vivian who caused a scene at Natalie's wedding? She had blossomed into such a stunning beauty.

What shocked him more was Vivian daring to address Ethan by his full name. Everyone in the business world respectfully called him "Mr. Roscente."

Instead of being angered, Ethan's expression softened.

Vincent's eyes darted as schemes formed in his mind. If he could secure this connection with the Roscente family...

"Mr. Roscente, I'm Vivian's father Vincent Valrose." He rubbed his hands together with an ingratiating smile. "Please forgive my daughter's lack of manners."

Ethan arched an eyebrow, his gaze shifting between Vivian and Vincent.

"Father?" Vivian laughed coldly. "Last time we met was at my mother's funeral, wasn't it?"

Vincent's face stiffened before forcing another smile. "I've neglected you these years. Let's have a family dinner tonight? Mr. Roscente should join us?"

Natalie stood nearby, her nails digging into her palms. She glared at Vivian's face, wishing she could tear off that mocking smile.

"Fine." Vivian suddenly agreed, her red lips curving. "Though I suppose my old bedroom is now a storage room?"

Ethan's eyes darkened. He'd investigated Vivian's situation in the Valrose family, but reality proved worse than expected.

"Of course not!" Vincent said hastily. "Your room has been kept exactly as you left it."

Natalie finally snapped. "Father!"

"Silence!" Vincent barked before turning back with a paternal smile. "Vivian, I've failed you these years..."

Ethan suddenly stood, his black suit amplifying his intimidating presence.

"Mr. Valrose." His voice turned icy. "If your daughter's room truly remained untouched, why is there no bed?"

Beads of sweat formed on Vincent's forehead. He hadn't expected Ethan to know such details about the Valrose household.

Vivian lightly traced the cufflinks on Ethan's sleeve, her fingertips lingering on the intricate patterns.

"Mr. Roscente has an excellent memory." Her smile carried hidden meaning. "But Father's forgetfulness is understandable. He barely remembers what I look like."

The office fell into dead silence. Natalie turned pale, finally realizing this radiant Vivian wasn't the same bullied ugly duckling from years ago.