Chapter 309

Dominic Atlante leaned back on the leather sofa, his long fingers tapping the armrest. "You're overthinking, Miss Laurent. I have no interest in you."

Vivian arched an eyebrow. Where did this man get such confidence?

"This is my territory. I make the rules here." She crossed her arms, refusing to back down.

Finn quickly intervened. "Uncle, let me book a hotel for you."

Dominic gave a slight nod. His trip to this country appeared to be a vacation, but he had other plans. This woman who'd snatched business from his grasp needed to be assessed.

If she proved useful, she'd stay. If not, she'd be eliminated.

Finn arranged the hotel swiftly. Dominic stood, his tailored suit pants accentuating his long legs as he took two steps forward. "Thank you for looking after my nephew, Miss Laurent."

"It was nothing." Vivian smiled, her expression unreadable. "I only hope you'll remember this favor in the future."

"How about dinner tomorrow? My treat."

"No need for the extravagance."

Finn chimed in. "Don't be polite, Master! My uncle's loaded!"

Dominic's piercing gaze bore into her, radiating undeniable pressure. "Are you refusing my invitation, Miss Laurent?"

Vivian met his eyes. They were bottomless pits, sharp as blades.

"Then I suppose I can't decline."

"Seven o'clock tomorrow evening."

"Fine."

After Dominic left, Vivian turned to Finn. "Did your uncle really come all this way just to see you off?"

"He still treats me like a kid." Finn pouted.

Vivian suddenly smirked. "What if I took a contract to steal from your uncle's company right now..."

Finn's heart skipped. "You know about his company?"

"Just a guess." Vivian fiddled with her phone absently.

Finn exhaled inwardly. Good. His cover was still intact.