Chapter 75

Ethan Roscente's footsteps echoed through the hallway.

Vivian Laurent stepped in front of the door. "Mr. Roscente, please stop."

His eyebrow arched. "What's wrong, Dr. Laurent? Hiding someone in there?"

Her pulse quickened. She wasn't sure if Ethan had seen Lucas.

"That's right," she lifted her chin. "My little wolfdog. Quite clingy."

Ethan stiffened. "You have a boyfriend?"

"Mr. Roscente," her voice turned icy. "We're not that close."

His Adam's apple bobbed. He'd crossed a line.

"My apologies." Ethan turned to leave.

The hallway lights stretched his shadow long behind him. He pulled out his phone. "Felix, send me your location."

"Weren't you taking someone home?"

"Change of plans." Ethan lit a cigarette.

The smoke curled around him as he tried to suppress the inexplicable irritation.

"Had to move," Felix sounded dejected. "Isabella kicked me out."

"..."

Ethan crushed the cigarette and hit the gas.

Vivian exhaled when she confirmed Ethan's departure.

Lucas peeked out from the inner room. "Why was Ethan Roscente—"

"Don't mention him." She poured a glass of water. "What do you need?"

"A charity gala invitation." Lucas presented the gold-embossed card. "Rare treasures on display. There's a Jade Gambling segment too."

"I'll go with you." Vivian nodded.

"Perfect!" His eyes lit up. "By the way, Roscente Group is still negotiating—"

"No." Her refusal was absolute.

The hospital stayed unusually quiet these days. Without the Ashcrofts causing trouble, Vivian could focus on her patients.

Soon, the gala night arrived.

Vivian wore a black gown of her own design. The satin hugged her curves, the open back revealing delicate shoulder blades.

Lucas gaped.

"Sis..." He stammered. "You'll cause a riot looking like that."

Her red lips curved as earrings swayed with each step. Tonight, she would be the center of attention.