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179. CALL ME STEEN
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Turns out she wasn't the only one who had a steamy night last night. Judging from how obvious the kiss marks were on Steen's neck, Vivian was sure he had had a hot night too. It was only one sign, but it was enough to give Vivian a lot of information.
'No wonder he let me leave the mansion. Turns out he also had plans last night,' Vivian thought to herself as she looked at the man standing in front of her."Do you like it?" Suddenly, Steen asked a question, and it was enough to make Vivian frown in confusion, and she even stopped to think about the kiss mark on the man's neck."Huh?" In the end, Vivian couldn't even form a proper question, and she just blinked in confusion while muttering a random word in a questioning tone.Steen pointed to the velvet box in Vivian's hand with his chin as he explained his question, "Do you like that necklace?"Finally, Vivian could understand the meaning behind the man's question, and she shifted heRelated chapters
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"Hello?" "Where are you?" "Oh... I... I'm having lunch with my friend right now." Vivian didn't know why, but she finally answered Steen's question with a stutter. It wasn't the first time he had called her, but it was the first time he wanted to know where she was. Steen was an efficient guy, and he would usually get to the point of rushing her around whenever he called. "Go to my office immediately." See? Even if Steen did ask where she was, the black-haired man ended up ordering her around, and Vivian looked speechless when she heard the order. “I still haven't finished eating, and I can't leave my friend suddenly. Can you wait for me a moment?” Hesitating, Vivian tried to bargain even though she could only whisper into the phone now. Currently, Samantha was watching her, and that didn't make Vivian feel safe at all. Sure enough, the blue-haired girl's eyes were full of curiosity, and Vivian actually knew the a
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"Oh? My brother-in-law has arrived?" Steen's voice sounded in the room as calm as a gust of wind, but Vivian immediately turned to the black-haired man as if she witnessed a storm had just formed. Steen was still seated behind his desk, but his brown eyes were now on Tommy who had just entered the room. “Please set the food on the table, brother-in-law. I'm hungry, and I'm sure your sister is hungry too,” Steen continued, and he even glanced at Vivian this time. Vivian now understood why Steen had suddenly invited her into his office. The man said that he wanted to have lunch with her, but she believed that having lunch together was not his real goal. His real goal was to show how strong he was when he could even step on his brother-in-law. When the brown-haired girl turned to Tommy again, she could see how the curly man was trying so hard not to explode at this moment. Of course, he was humiliated by Steen. He was now the CEO's brother-in-law
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Steen had an amused look on his face as he continued to clap, but then he stopped doing that saying, "I like how you play with me even if it's your brother who's my target this time." Is that a compliment? Steen clapped his hands in appreciation of what she had done to Tommy just now? Vivian thought Steen was too childish, but she didn't say anything and just positioned herself on one of the chairs at the table full of various food. Steen looked even more amused when he saw how the girl was behaving in front of him, and a small smirk remained on his face as he brought his feet up to the square table by the window. Without a word, he positioned himself on the other seat across from Vivian. “I don't have a chef in this building, and the cooks in the cafeteria aren't very good either. That's why I asked your brother to order food from a restaurant not far from the company, and I think he did a good job. Everything looks tasty here,” Steen broke the silence
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The question sounded casual, but Vivian reflexively tightened her grip on the spoon as soon as she heard the question. She just remembered that Steen had not asked her about the 'birthday party,' but that didn't mean he had forgotten how the birthday party was going on at that time, right? A genius like Steen must have a good memory. He had to deal with a lot of things in the company, so naturally, it was necessary to have a good memory. Thus, Vivian should expect that the man still remembered the party that never existed, and she should also prepare answers for such questions coming from him. Clearing her throat awkwardly, Vivian then replied, “You're right. The one who just called me was the one who invited me to her birthday party.” If a person tried to avoid someone's gaze, it could be a sign that the person was not telling the truth. Vivian knew all too well about that, but somehow she found it hard to keep her eyes on Steen, and that was why she c
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How was Vivian supposed to guess the person who fell from the sky before hitting the hard ground down there? She wasn't even sure whether Steen was joking or not when he told her the tragic story. After all, she knew that Steen could be so evil most of the time, and arranging that kind of story wouldn’t be difficult for him, right? Maybe that man only wanted to scare her by telling that kind of story, and Vivian shouldn’t think too much about that, right? That was what Vivian had been telling herself since she had heard the tragic story from Steen today, but it was a pity for her that she couldn't just get rid of that story no matter how much she wanted to forget it. In the end, she sat down on the couch inside the bedroom with a phone in her hand, and she started typing a string of words into the search engine: "Someone fell from the DAHL Electronics building." She wasn't even sure whether the search engine would laugh at her or not when she
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