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3.2 Vivienne
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2024-10-29 19:42:56“He’s a what?!” Vivienne was glad she had already braced herself for Melanie’s outburst. “Liam hired a shifter to guard you? I thought he didn’t care about this!”
“Right?!” That was still the odd thing about this. For all that Liam had waved off the threat as though it didn’t mean anything, why had he gone out and dropped so much money on a shifter, let alone one like Marcus? It didn’t make any sense. “Maybe it’s just to make himself look good. Even if he doesn’t care, the media will, and it won’t look good for him nowadays. You know how much he pushes his image as a ‘family man’.”
Melanie muttered something scathing under her breath about Liam’s family jewels before huffing out an angry breath. “Hmph. Well as long as you’re taken care of, that’s all that matters to me.”
“Thanks Mel,” Vivienne smiled at the window, admiring the cornflower blue of the morning sky and feeling a thousand times better. “I’ll talk to you later, alright?”
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