Houghton didn’t answer Vivian’s question, but smoked his own cigarette, his eyes glowing with light, staring at Morris who was walking upstairs.


    That look made Vivian’s heart tingle.


    He, could it be that he suspected Morris’s identity?Belongs ? to N?velDrama.Org.


    “You have spent some time with ‘Carl’, what do you think of him as a person?”


    Houghton avoided answering Vivian’s question and instead focused on Morris.


    Vivian sensed a hint, “Honest and honest, not bad. What’s wrong?”


    “Recently Marilyn has been getting closer to him, I’m afraid he’s ying some kind of game again. You should watch out for it.”


    “Oh.”


    Vivian snorted lightly, leaned over, reached out to pick up the tea on the table, took a sip and moistened her throat. “Analyzing it the way you think, you’re underestimating Marilyn. If she really wanted to get at ‘Carl’, her words and actions would have been too shy for anyone to see.”


    She wanted to say that Marilyn simply had a crush on Morris.


    But then she couldn’t say it.


    “Well.”


    Houghton nodded rather agreeably and shook his head again, “Ugh, I’m figuring that’s what’s going on too. So why did she approach ‘Carl’? Is it really just to learn how to cook?”


    “Just watch out for ‘Carl’ in the future. As long as he doesn’t reveal important information to him, then he’s of little value to Marilyn.”


    Vivian made a suggestion, then added, “Watch and see. At that time, see what happens, we can’t mess ourselves up.”


    “Good point.”


    Houghton took a puff of his cigarette, a faint smoke puffed out of his nose, hazing the face full of vicissitudes, more mncholy.


    I don’t know what he was thinking, wrinkling his brow in contemtion for a long time, suddenly looked up, “Oh, I forgot the business. marilyn asked you and ‘carl’ to go to the pce tomorrow for a banquet.”


    “A banquet?”


    A banquet?


    Vivian had no idea.


    “Under the guise of a date with ‘Carl’, she wants you toe along. I’m afraid it’s not that simple.” Houghton looked at her, “If you don’t want to go, you don’t have to go.”


    “Yes, of course I’m going.” Vivian readily agreed.


    “Aren’t you afraid they’ll do something to you?”


    “It’s not like I’m going alone, there’s nothing to worry about. Besides, with you guys around, Deborah Baron won’t do anything to me.”


    She was very sure of herself.


    “Fine. You have your ideas, you’ll have them.” Houghton’s cigarette stick ran out of tobo, he tapped his pot into the ashtray, got up and left, “You get some rest, I’m going to bed.”


    After Houghton went to rest, she sat on the sofa, thinking back on recent events, guessing Marilyn asked her and Morris to go to a banquet at the pce tomorrow to think about the conspiracy.


    After thinking about it, she couldn’te up with a good idea.


    “Sister Vivian, when you go to the pce tomorrow, can you take me with you?” Aidan Sabastian, who had been silent until Houghton left, moved to sit beside Vivian and begged.


    “Don’t ask me, I can’t make you decide!”


    Vivian pushed him away and pointed to Houghton’s back, the meaning was obvious, asking him to go to Houghton, and if Houghton said yes, she would take him there.


    After saying that, she turned around and went upstairs, leaving Aidan Sabastian sitting in the living room with a defeated face.


    “Hey, Sister Vivian, am I your brother? You are too unjust.”


    Aidan Sabastian stood up and yelled at her back.


    Vivian, who had reached the stairway, stopped and raised her hand to hold the stairway railing, smiled back and teased, “My brother is still too superficial about me. When have people like me ever been righteous.”