Chapter 552

"I don't understand what you're talking about." Vivian Laurent pressed herself into the corner of the restroom, her heart pounding like a drum. She knew it was only a matter of time before she was discovered—she needed to escape quickly.

"Don't understand?" Ethan Roscente narrowed his eyes, trapping her against the wall. "Those bodyguards outside aren't looking for you?"

"Of course not." Vivian turned her face away. "Has nothing to do with me."

She shoved at him. "Get away from me."

Ethan didn’t budge. "If they're not after you, why don’t we go out and let Oscar Valence take a look?"

Vivian bit her lower lip.

"Are you insane? Mind your own business."

Ethan smirked. "A little maid with such a temper. Surprising Oscar hasn’t fired you yet." He leaned closer, his breath brushing her ear. "How about working for me? Ten times your current salary."

"Not interested." She wrinkled her nose in disgust.

"Then what does interest you?" He inhaled deeply. "You smell incredible."

The familiar scent sent an unexpected tremor through him. It had been too long since he’d been this close to her.

"Pervert!" Vivian shuddered. "Let go or I’ll scream."

"Go ahead." His tone was indifferent. "Let them see how we're positioned right now."

She took a sharp breath and shoved him hard, trying to bolt.

Ethan caught her wrist in an iron grip, yanking her back against his chest.

"Ethan Roscente! Don’t push it!"

"So you do know me." His smirk deepened. "Planned this encounter, did you? I’ll give you one chance to explain."

"As if!" Vivian abandoned all pretense. "Are you stalking me?"

"Little maid, aren’t you full of yourself?" He arched a brow. "Do we know each other?"

"Stop playing dumb! You always ruin everything for me!"

She refused to believe he hadn’t recognized her.

"Ruin what?" Ethan pressed.

"None of your business!" She struggled. "Let’s pretend this never happened. Go our separate ways."

"Not a chance." His expression darkened abruptly. "Vivian, do you have any idea how dangerous Oscar Valence is?"

Hearing her name, her pupils contracted slightly.

"His danger level doesn’t concern me. I’m leaving."

"The place is swarming with bodyguards. How do you plan to escape?"

"That’s not your problem!" She gritted her teeth.

Her original plan had been simple—remove her disguise in the restroom and change into spare clothes hidden nearby. With enough time, she could’ve slipped over the perimeter wall.

But Ethan Roscente had to be her personal curse.

Not only was her operation compromised, but her identity was blown too.

Ethan was the living embodiment of her worst luck.