Chapter 482

"Careful of what?" Vivian Laurent glanced around the empty corridor where only she and Dominic Atlante stood.

Dominic's lips curved slightly. "Nothing."

Just as Vivian was about to press further, she looked up and met a pair of burning eyes at the arrivals area.

Ethan Roscente stood a short distance away, his gaze bloodshot and locked onto them.

"Vivian." His voice was hoarse.

Her breath hitched.

Ethan strode forward and seized her wrist. "We need to talk."

Dominic chuckled. "Can't it be said here, Mr. Roscente?"

Their eyes clashed like crossed blades, sparks flying.

"This is between Vivian and me. None of your concern."

"Just curious—does your wife know you're harassing Vivian at the airport?" Dominic deliberately mentioned Ethan's family, hoping to reveal his true colors.

He calculated that recruiting Vivian, a business prodigy, could propel Integrity Group past Roscente Group.

What he didn't know was that Roscente's success rested solely on Ethan's strategic brilliance.

Ethan's gaze turned icy. "I have no wife. This is a private matter. Stay out of it."

He slapped Dominic's hand off Vivian's shoulder. "Manhandling a woman? How crude."

Turning to Vivian, his voice softened. "Viv, I've searched everywhere for you. Five minutes. Please."

He'd waited at the airport for three days, only for Dominic to interfere.

"No." Vivian's tone was glacial. "Move."

Dominic seized the moment. "Persistent pursuit isn't exactly gentlemanly, Mr. Roscente."

He made to guide Vivian away.

Ethan gripped Dominic's wrist. "Care to chat?"

"With pleasure." Dominic didn't flinch.

Vivian massaged her temples as tension crackled between the two men.

Ethan clearly misunderstood her relationship with Dominic, who kept needling him.

Exhausted, she subtly signaled Finn Deross to keep watch.

Inside the airport café, two formidable men sat facing each other, drawing stares from passersby.