Chapter 315

Dominic Atlante crossed his arms, a cold smirk playing on his lips. "You've angered her. No wonder you got divorced."

Ethan Roscente's breath hitched.

She still got upset because of him? Did that mean he could still affect her emotions?

"Vivian, I—"

The neighboring private room door swung open. Their business associate poked his head out. "Mr. Roscente, you've been gone so long for a smoke, I thought—"

The man's gaze darted between the three of them before he tactfully retreated.

Vivian finally understood it was just coincidence. She turned to leave.

Dominic followed. "Same direction."

Ethan immediately called Simon Eisner. "Take over the negotiations."

His dark eyes tracked the car carrying Vivian into the distance.

Inside the vehicle, Dominic tapped the steering wheel. "Didn't expect someone as young as Ms. Laurent to already have marriage experience."

"Youthful recklessness." Vivian stared out the window. "Though he wasn't entirely terrible."

At least he'd saved her life once.

"Still love him?"

"That's crossing a line, Mr. Atlante."

"Such tension just mentioning him?" Dominic chuckled. "I'm only concerned about Finn being affected."

"Your romantic history must be far more colorful."

"Curious? Feel free to ask anytime."

Vivian turned away. "Not interested."

The car stopped at her apartment building. In the rearview mirror, a black Maybach flickered in and out of view.

"Not inviting me up for coffee?" Dominic unbuckled his seatbelt.

"Coffee at midnight?"

"Jet lag." He checked his watch. "It's afternoon tea time for me."

Vivian pushed the car door open. "Suit yourself."

Two figures disappeared into the building. Inside the Maybach, Ethan clenched his fists.

She was bringing a man home for the night?

What was their relationship?

His burning gaze remained fixed on the lit window. He kept telling himself: That man would be kicked out soon.