Chapter 852

Vivian Laurent's lips curved slightly, her eyes fearless. "Ten billion? Seems my worth is quite high."

She was certain Dominic Atlante wouldn't use her to threaten Ethan Roscente. Even if he tried, she doubted he had the capability.

"Just joking." Dominic's slender fingers tapped the steering wheel. "Your value far exceeds that. I heard you sent Summer, ranked tenth on the Agent Leaderboard, to prison?"

Vivian arched a brow. "You're well-informed, Mr. Atlante."

"Don't misunderstand. Finn didn't betray you." Dominic chuckled. "That boy may be foolish, but he knows how to keep his mouth shut—especially about you. Even I couldn't pry it open."

"Then how did you find out?"

"He's too green." A glint of amusement flashed in Dominic's eyes. "The extra years I've lived weren't for nothing."

Vivian rolled her eyes.

This man couldn't compliment himself without belittling his nephew.

The Atlante uncle and nephew were nothing alike—one a seasoned schemer, the other naive as blank paper.

"So what else do you know about me, Mr. Atlante?" Vivian met his gaze directly. "Do I have any secrets left in your eyes?"

"I'm only interested in you, Miss Laurent." Dominic's gaze deepened. "There are few people in this world I admire, and even fewer women."

Especially women like Vivian, who never failed to surprise him.

Vivian scoffed. "Being admired by you—I can't tell if that's a blessing or a curse."

"Definitely a blessing."

As they spoke, Vivian glanced at the rearview mirror. The familiar black Maybach wasn't following.

Ethan hadn't chased after her.

Perfect.

In a week, she'd leave this place. Her new residence was already arranged—a lovely spot facing the ocean.

Before getting out, Vivian made Dominic wait in the car for an hour.

Only after confirming it was safe did she dismiss him. "You can leave now, Mr. Atlante. Strangers aren't allowed inside."

"Are we still strangers?" Dominic smirked. "I thought we'd grown rather close."

Vivian couldn't be bothered to banter. "I need to rest."

"Don't forget our date tomorrow." Dominic turned away. "I'll pick you up in the morning."

"It's just accompanying you for a stroll," Vivian insisted.

"To me, that's a date."

"It absolutely isn't!"

Dominic looked back, his eyes gleaming with determination. "In my world, this counts as a date. See you tomorrow, my companion."