Mystery Designer

EZEKIEL

No, how could it be her?

As the driver drove through the city, I pulled out my phone.

"Mr. Harrington," came the prompt answer from my assistant, Brooks.

"Brooks, I want you to check on Vivienne," I said.

I tried not to care much but the side face that I saw earlier somehow bothered me.

I hadn’t heard from Vivienne after the divorce. It seemed like she had just disappeared after we parted ways.

I wouldn’t deny. After we divorced, there were still moments when I wondered where she was. But after she signed the papers, that was the last time I heard anything from her. It was as if she stopped existing.

"Of course, Mr. Harrington. I'll get on it right away,” Brooks said.

I nodded and diverted the topic.

“What about Viatrix? Any updates about the mystery designer?” I asked.

Viatrix was a mystery designer whose first collection basically became a phenomenal overnight success in the few last years.

The last collaboration with Viatrix made a company turn a quarterly profit for