Chapter 310

The first light of dawn crept across the sky as Ethan Roscente's private car glided into the company's underground garage.

He adjusted his tie and stepped into the private elevator.

Simon Eisner hurried after him with a tablet. "Mr. Roscente, the board meeting is at ten this morning. At three, we have a video conference with the overseas client."

Ethan rubbed his temples.

Three consecutive days of international meetings had left his eyes bloodshot.

"Any movement from Victor Roscente?"

"Nothing suspicious so far." Simon lowered his voice. "But our people spotted questionable cargo at the docks."

Ethan's gaze sharpened.

As the elevator doors slid open, he suddenly asked, "Does Vivian have any plans today?"

Simon blinked. "Miss Laurent's schedule... Should I check?"

Ethan waved him off.

He knew Vivian was avoiding him.

His impulsiveness at the gallery last time had clearly unsettled her.

Night fell, city lights flickering to life.

Vivian stood in her apartment, selecting an evening gown for her outing.

Her phone lit up with a message from Dominic Atlante: "I'm downstairs."

She hadn't expected the head of Integrity Group to personally pick her up.

Beside the black Maybach, Dominic held the car door open for her.

"Finn isn't coming?" Vivian glanced around.

Dominic smirked. "Miss Laurent trusts me enough to get in my car?"

"Planning to sell me?" She fastened her seatbelt. "Remember to split the profit fifty-fifty."

Amusement flickered in Dominic's eyes.

It had been a long time since anyone dared speak to him like that.

"I'm curious," he said, turning the steering wheel. "Why aren't you afraid of me?"

"Afraid?" Vivian arched a brow. "You don't have three heads or six arms."

The car merged onto the main road.

Dominic suddenly said, "Want to test it?"

"Test what?"

"Take a knife to you." His tone was casual, as if discussing the weather. "See if you bleed."

Vivian laughed. "Then I'd have to expel Finn from my tutelage."

"Be my guest." Dominic kept his eyes on the road. "That kid's thick-skinned. Feel free to bully him."

In the rearview mirror, she caught the faint curve of his lips.