Chapter 73

"Are you alright?" A deep male voice murmured near her ear.

Vivian Laurent lifted her gaze.

"Ethan Roscente, why is it always you?"

The corner of Ethan's lips curved upward. "Perhaps it's fate."

"More like a curse."

"Ethan, how did you get here so fast?" Felix Valdemar stared at the sudden appearance of his friend in astonishment.

Vivian instantly understood - Felix had tipped him off.

"I happened to be nearby," Ethan replied casually.

"You actually intervened? For her? Since when are you two so close?" Felix couldn't believe his eyes.

"Isn't it proper to protect a lady?"

"But she doesn't need protection! Last time we saw her take down five grown men single-handedly - she even slapped you!"

Felix rubbed his eyes. He vividly remembered when a woman once pretended to faint in front of Ethan. His friend hadn't even offered a hand, just stepped aside coldly.

Ethan ignored Felix completely.

Turning to Vivian, he asked, "Dr. Laurent, care for a drink?"

"No thanks. I'm leaving."

"Perfect timing. I'll drive you."

"I have my own car." Vivian turned to walk away.

"You can't drive after drinking."

"I'll call a designated driver."

"What a coincidence." Ethan pointed at himself. "You've got one right here."

Felix's jaw dropped. The CEO of Roscente Group volunteering as a chauffeur?

His shock intensified when Ethan removed his jacket and draped it gently over Vivian's shoulders.

Rubbing his eyes again, Felix wondered if this was the same ice-cold tyrant he knew.

Meanwhile, Isabella Langley emerged from the dance floor and spotted Vivian walking out with Ethan.

Wasn't that Vivian's ex-husband? What was he up to?

Just as Isabella moved to intercept them, someone grabbed her wrist.

With a swift twist, she had the offender's arm locked behind his back.

"Ow! That hurts!" Felix grimaced in pain.

This woman fought dirty!

Recognizing Felix, Isabella released him. "What do you want?"

"My buddy will make sure your friend gets home safe. No need for third wheels." Felix massaged his sore wrist.

Isabella considered it. Vivian could handle herself.

"Hey, where've you been lately?" Felix asked offhandedly.

"None of your damn business." Isabella turned on her heel.

She hadn't forgotten their parking spot feud earlier. She'd have the bar put up a sign: "No Entry for Felix Valdemar or Dogs!"