Chapter 857

Vivian Laurent was playing a puzzle game with Theo.

Ethan Roscente approached Dominic Atlante and lowered his voice. "Mr. Atlante, may I have a word?"

Dominic didn't even look up. "No."

Ethan's expression darkened instantly.

He glared at Dominic's handsome face, itching to punch him. This sudden intruder clearly had ulterior motives toward Vivian.

Noticing the tension, Vivian looked up. "Anything you can't say in front of me?"

Ethan forced a smile. "Nothing important."

Their planned date was ruined. Theo clung to Vivian, turning dinner into an awkward group gathering.

Dominic shamelessly took the seat to Vivian's right.

Ethan's gaze turned murderous.

"This is a family dinner. Aren't you out of place, Mr. Atlante?" Ethan said through gritted teeth.

Dominic turned to Vivian with unexpected gentleness. "Does my sitting here bother you, Vivian?"

Who would've thought the feared CEO could look so vulnerable.

Vivian gave Ethan a cool glance. "If you're unhappy, you're welcome to dine elsewhere."

Ethan's chest tightened. Vivian always defended others but treated him with icy indifference.

As the waiter served dishes, Ethan picked up a sweet-and-sour rib.

Dominic's chopsticks moved simultaneously.

Both men placed food in Vivian's bowl.

"Try this, Vivian."

She impassively returned the offerings to their plates. "I can serve myself."

Ethan sneered. "Getting ahead of yourself, Mr. Atlante?"

Dominic wiped his hands leisurely. "Do you always decide for others, Mr. Roscente?"

The tension escalated until Vivian set down her chopsticks.

"Combined age of sixty, yet you're acting like children. If you enjoy serving food, serve each other."

Both men made identical disgusted faces.

Just then, Theo placed fish in Vivian's bowl. "Auntie, eat fish!"

Her expression instantly softened. "Thank you, Theo. You eat more too."

She ruffled the boy's hair, completely ignoring the two glowering men.