Chapter 483

Ethan Roscente and Dominic Atlante faced off in the café.

Ethan wore a perfectly tailored suit, his every movement exuding authority. His hawk-like gaze seemed capable of piercing through souls.

Dominic lounged against his chairback, shirt collar slightly open. A roguish smile played on his lips, but his eyes held sharp edges.

"Dominic." Ethan's voice was low. "Stay away from Vivian."

Dominic chuckled. "Ethan, such a busybody."

"I'll always look out for her."

"Even after signing the divorce papers?"

Ethan's expression darkened. "Our affairs are none of your concern."

"Pity." Dominic stirred his coffee leisurely. "Vivian seems to disagree."

Ethan stood abruptly. "Don't even think about pursuing her."

Dominic arched an eyebrow. "Is that a threat?"

"A warning."

Ethan turned and left, his posture rigid as a pine.

Finn Deross emerged from a corner. "Uncle, is Ethan serious?"

Dominic narrowed his eyes. "Emotional men are easiest to handle."

"What about Vivian—"

"Remember. Everyone has a pressure point."

...

Vivian Laurent dragged her suitcase home.

Isabella Langley peeked from the kitchen, apron tied around her waist. "Welcome back, darling!"

The dining table overflowed with steaming dishes.

"I made your favorite sweet-and-sour ribs!" Isabella gestured excitedly. "We just made a billion!"

Vivian collapsed onto the sofa. "Exhausted."

"Should I call some male models for massages?"

"Spare me."

Isabella kneaded her shoulders. "Eat first, then a bath."

"You're the best." Vivian pinched her cheek playfully. "Let's get married."

"No way!" Isabella waved dramatically. "I still need to date younger men!"

"Please. You talk big but never actually date."

"Those men aren't worthy!" Isabella rolled her eyes. "Especially that Felix Valdemar. Sneaky bastard. So annoying."

Vivian's gaze sharpened. "He came again?"

"Yep. Like a damn stalker." Isabella scoffed. "All men are trash."