For a moment, everyone’s eyes fell on Sophie.


    Sophie, who was sitting on pins and needles, was tormented.


    Looking at the crowd of handsome men and women in front of her, each with outstanding facial features, she had a good base, but the knife wound on her face destroyed her confidence.


    She looked helplessly at the people sitting across from her, and finally hung her head in inferiority, opened her mouth slightly, and was about to say something when she heard Vivian across the room say: “Dixon, I don’t think Sophie is feeling well, so you can take her up to rest first. I’ll have someone make something she likes to eat and send it upter.”


    As a woman, Vivian naturally knew what Sophie was thinking.


    “Okay, listen to Vivian.”


    Dixon put down his chopsticks and took Sophie’s hand, “Sophie,e on, I’ll go up with you and rest for a while.”


    “Hmm.”


    Sophie nodded and got up, “Sorry, I’m not feeling well. You guys eat slowly, I’ll go up and rest first.”


    Everyone in the room knew what was going on, so naturally they didn’t say anything.


    The two walked out of the restaurant and went upstairs, Larissa only felt iparably awkward, neither leaving nor staying, and finally finished her dinner in an awkward atmosphere, and left.


    Everyone dispersed, leaving only Vivian and Morris in the living room.


    Vivian sighed, “Sophie can’t be stimted in this state, you should talk to the maids at home, don’t let Larissae back in the future.”


    She spoke to Morris.


    But who knows that after saying that, but can not wait for a response.


    Vivian tilted her head to look at Morris, only to find him staring forward, his gaze dull.


    “Morris?”


    She reached out and tapped Morris on the shoulder, and the man who was too lost in thought snapped back to attention, “What’s wrong?”Content protected by N?v/el(D)rama.Org.


    “What’s wrong, I should be asking you what’s wrong.” Vivianughed helplessly, “What are you thinking about, is there something on your mind?”


    Vivian rarely saw the absent-minded Morris.


    “Nothing, it’s not thinking about Dixon.”


    “I was just saying the same thing. I said Sophie can’t be stimted, don’t let here back in the future.” Vivian repeated again.


    Morris nodded, “I’ll ding them tomorrow.”


    “One more thing.” Vivian sat cross-legged on the couch, leaning her head on Morris’s shoulder with an incline, “I want to start back to work tomorrow and go to work.”


    Morris raised his arm around Vivian’s shoulder and let her lean on his shoulder, his fingers yed with her dark hair, “Didn’t you say you were going back home to see your parents?”


    “I forgot to tell you that they will being to L City the day after tomorrow,” Vivian smiled heartily, “When I left, I told my parents that I was closed for training and couldn’t contact them. The day we returned to L City I called my parents on the video phone and they believed me. So I thought, I can’t act too anxious, so as not to let them follow the worry.”


    “That’s a good point.” Morris knew Vivian had a delicate mind and was very relieved.


    “You should go to work tomorrow, and I should work too.” Morris leaned back on the sofa backrest, “back home also have two or three days, some things can not be dyed.”


    Morris’s dark pupils shed with a sh of light, he nced at the woman leaning on his shoulder, hesitated and said, “Vivian, I think, let Yilia and Yves change their lives.”


    At the word, Vivian sat up straight with a jerk, “Why?”


    “Because …”


    Morris thought for a moment and exined, “There is still a vicious battle with Mike. He is sinister, cunning and despicable. I’m worried he’ll turn against the two kids.”


    In truth, he was worried about Maddox Cheal.