Chapter 841

Ethan Roscente flicked his wrist, sending the car keys arcing through the air.

Patrick Alpinus caught them reflexively, the cold metal startling him.

"Drive," Ethan commanded.

"Me?" Patrick pointed at himself.

Ethan arched a brow. "Should I be your chauffeur?"

Only Vivian Laurent could make him play driver.

He slid into the passenger seat with effortless grace.

Sighing, Patrick took the wheel and started the engine.

"How did you pull off the Annika Heilbronn operation?" Patrick couldn't resist asking. "She's an international agent."

Ethan kept his gaze forward. "Think it was easy?"

"Just who is Vivian Laurent?" Patrick's grip tightened on the steering wheel.

A smirk tugged at Ethan's lips. "My wife."

"Ex-wife," Patrick corrected.

"We'll remarry." Ethan's tone left no room for doubt.

Patrick chuckled. "Who was it that swore he'd never marry Vivian?"

"Shut it." Ethan's ears turned pink.

"Regretting your words now?" Patrick teased.

Ethan turned away. "Focus on driving."

"Where to? Straight to Vivian's?"

"Take a detour first." Ethan checked his watch.

"Two grown men joyriding?"

"Do it." Ethan's voice brooked no argument.

He needed to maintain the illusion of just returning.

At three in the afternoon, they finally arrived at Vivian's residence.

Patrick went straight to the point upon entering. "Where's Annika? I'm taking this case."

Vivian smiled. "She's in the basement."

"Perfect!" Patrick's eyes lit up. "She's connected to multiple transnational crimes."

"Then we'll leave it to Agent Alpinus." Vivian nodded politely.

Patrick waved a hand. "My pleasure. That woman's as slippery as they come."

Ethan stood to the side, his gaze never leaving Vivian.