Chapter 327

"No." Vivian's refusal was firm.

She knew the capital like the back of her hand. She didn't need a tour guide.

"Come with us, Master. You're free anyway," her apprentice persisted.

"I said no." Vivian remained unmoved.

Finn's eyes gleamed cunningly. "But Uncle Dominic is returning to Riverdale tomorrow. He wants to see the sights one last time."

"Mr. Atlante is leaving?" Vivian's voice noticeably brightened.

Dominic rose slowly. "Miss Laurent seems eager for my departure?"

"Not at all." She couldn't even bother with polite lies. "You must have pressing business to attend to."

Having this notorious crime boss loitering at her place had become neighborhood gossip.

"I'll leave right after our tour if you accompany me," Dominic said smoothly. "Otherwise, I might extend my stay indefinitely."

"Let's go! Right now!" Vivian grabbed her jacket. "Where would you like to visit?"

She practically wanted to shove him onto the nearest flight.

Dominic's lips twitched at her eagerness. Did she despise him that much?

"I'm unfamiliar with the capital. You decide."

"Leave it to me."

The city had no shortage of historical sites. A few landmarks would suffice to satisfy him.

"Aren't you going to explain this architecture?" Dominic gestured at the ancient building.

"I'm no expert." Vivian pulled out her phone. "Shall I find you a professional guide?"

"No need." His gaze held hidden meaning. "We're short on time today. I'll trouble you again tomorrow."

...

Ethan received the news swiftly.

His face darkened, the pen in his hand creaking under his grip.

What spell had that Atlante cast on Vivian? He'd warned her about the man's ill intentions, yet she'd ignored him completely.

First private dinners, then allowing him into her home, and now sightseeing together. What infuriated him most was Vivian's warm smiles for that criminal while treating him with icy indifference.

Ethan yanked his tie loose and dialed Felix.

At the bar, Felix eyed the half-empty bottle before them. "Not much fun drinking alone, Roscente. Want some company?"

"Get your own." Ethan downed his whiskey in one gulp.

"Where's the fun in that?" Felix studied his friend's stormy expression. "Who pissed you off?"

Ethan remained silent, opening another bottle.