Chapter 477
Vivi, wearing an expression of deep concern, held onto him firmly. Their proximity suggested an almost intimate connection, setting tongues wagging.
“What’s going on? Is Mr. Wall drunk?”
“Looks like it, but why is Vivi the one with him?”
“Could there be something more between them?”
“Wow. That’ll be interesting…”
Speculation spread like wildfire, filling the space with hushed murmurs and eager whispers.
At the hotel entrance, Noah’s personal vehicle was already stationed, waiting. Vivi carefully assisted Noah outside, ensuring he remained steady as they approached the car.
Just before reaching the door, she suddenly hesitated.
Her gaze flickered toward the nearby reporters, and then, in a calculated move, she adjusted her dress.
Her movements were slow and deliberate, clearly orchestrated to draw attention and spark speculation.
The once-flawless evening dress now had a slightly ruffled appearance, its neckline subtly shifted, revealing a glimpse of smooth skin.
A few loose strands of hair framed her face, adding a touch of effortless allure.
“Click! Click!” Cameras fired in rapid succession, capturing the scene with fervor.
The reporters believed they had struck gold—this was the kind of material that made headlines.
“CEO of Wall Group and Former Majestic Ego Chief Designer Caught in Late-Night Rendezvous, Suspected Drunken Indiscretion!”noveldrama
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Vivi had achieved exactly what she wanted—spreading the impression of a deep connection between her and Noah, specifically to ignite Sadie’s jealousy.
“Miss Quinn, thank you for escorting Mr. Wall back…” Samuel approached respectfully, though his expression betrayed his confusion.
He had no idea what had unfolded between the two, but Vivi’s composed demeanor suggested something far from ordinary.
“You are welcome, Mr. Ford,” Vivi responded smoothly. “Mr. Wall had a bit too much to drink, so I thought it only right to assist him.” Fixing Samuel with an unreadable look, she added, “Since he’s still unsteady, perhaps I should accompany him the rest of the way.”
Samuel hesitated for a moment. Supporting Noah into the vehicle, he hadn’t anticipated Vivi’s suggestion.
He struggled for an appropriate response.
Before he could decline, Vivi acted decisively. She opened the opposite car door and slid in gracefully, settling beside Noah as if she belonged there. Samuel paused, his eyes locked on Vivi, who had already positioned herself in the car with quiet resolve. For a brief second, uncertainty gripped him.
He couldn’t exactly force her out, could he?
Besides, she had a point. Noah was severely drunk, and having another person around to watch over him wasn’t the worst idea.
With a resigned sigh, Samuel slid into the driver’s seat, turned the ignition, and pulled away from the hotel.
The silence in the car was heavy, tinged with an underlying tension.
Vivi sat beside Noah, stealing occasional glances at him.
The vehicle moved smoothly through the dimly lit streets, and soon, they reached Myrtlewood Estate.
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