Chapter 899

"If you don't care, why should I?" Victoria Roscente scoffed coldly, taking a seat directly across from Vivian Laurent.

The four of them sat around the dining table in an awkward silence.

Vivian found the situation surreal—she was actually sharing a meal with Victoria and Bianca Semona.

Ethan Roscente slid the menu toward Vivian. "What would you like?"

When Vivian ordered foie gras, Victoria immediately interrupted. "No foie gras. I hate that smell."

"Choosy beggars shouldn't complain," Vivian said without looking up. "Don't eat it if you don't like it." She turned to the waiter. "Two orders of foie gras, please."

Victoria's eyes burned with anger as she glared at Vivian.

Every dish Vivian chose, Victoria objected to. But no one paid her any attention.

Soon the table was filled with Vivian's favorite dishes. Victoria sulked and refused to eat, prompting Ethan to suggest she leave if she wasn't hungry.

Clenching her teeth, Victoria stayed. She'd come here to make Vivian miserable.

Bianca ordered red wine and raised her glass. "Vivian, I owe you an apology for my past behavior. Thank you for your forgiveness."

"I'm naturally magnanimous," Vivian waved her hand dismissively. "But I'll pass on the wine. Consider the matter closed."

She just wanted peace, as long as Bianca didn't provoke her again.

"Refusing even a toast? That's hardly sincere," Bianca pressed.

Ethan picked up the wine glass. "Vivian isn't feeling well. I'll drink for her."

"Ethan!" Victoria stomped her foot in frustration.

"Of course I'd drink for my girlfriend," Ethan stated matter-of-factly.

Vivian massaged her temples. He was at it again. With only six days left on their contract, she'd have a hard time explaining this later.

Victoria and Bianca exchanged shocked glances. Were they really together?

Bianca remembered how dazzled she'd been when she first met Ethan. That radiant man had never even glanced her way.

She'd prided herself as a gemstone appraisal prodigy—until Vivian appeared. This woman's talent left her in the dust.

Perhaps only someone as extraordinary as Vivian deserved Ethan.

Bianca raised her glass again. "To your happiness."

Ethan nodded. "Thank you."