Chapter 847

Dominic Atlante leaned against the wall, his gaze playfully sweeping over Ethan Roscente.

"Mr. Roscente, why not let Vivian choose for herself?"

His fingers tapped lightly against his wristwatch, the metal face reflecting a cold gleam.

Ethan's jawline tensed visibly.

Vivian Laurent stood between them, the hem of her dress fluttering in the draft.

Suddenly, she reached out and looped her arm through Dominic's.

"Let's go, Mr. Atlante."

Dominic arched a brow at Ethan, his eyes brimming with the smug triumph of a victor.

Ethan's fists clenched audibly.

He watched their retreating figures, his chest aching as if being carved by a blunt knife.

At the end of the hallway, Vivian immediately withdrew her hand.

"What do you want?"

Dominic suddenly leaned in, his breath brushing her ear.

"Who is Dominic Atlante?" he murmured. "Aren't I Rainier Valence?"

Vivian rolled her eyes.

"CEO of Integrity Group. Had enough of this act?"

A low chuckle rumbled in his chest.

"That shipment of arms—"

"Money or lives?" Vivian cut him off.

Dominic leisurely adjusted his cufflinks.

"Do I look like the villain to you?"

Vivian eyed the faint serpent tattoo peeking from his sleeve.

"Mr. Atlante, that tattoo looks ready to strike."

He abruptly seized her wrist.

"Help me save someone."

Her eyes narrowed.

"Is this what you call 'no violence'?"

His thumb traced the pulse at her wrist.

"Saving a life outweighs building a seven-story pagoda."

Vivian yanked her hand back.

"Your pagoda seems drenched in blood."

Dominic stared at his empty palm, then suddenly laughed.

"Ms. Laurent, you truly are sharp."

He turned toward the parking lot, his black coat billowing in the wind.

"Eight tomorrow night. Old docks."

Vivian watched his retreating figure, her fingers unconsciously digging into her palm.