Chapter 231 Can’t Get Over


    "Mr. ......"


    When she saw Mike appear, Vivian subconsciously wanted to call out ''Mr. Cheal'', but on second


    thought, she was now Madame Cheal''s god-granddaughter, so she naturally had to address him as


    ''Uncle Mike'' like Morris.


    A smile spread across her cheeks, "Hello, Uncle Mike."


    Morris and Mike looked at each other, and he gave a slight nod as a greeting.


    "I''ve heard all about you and Morris, I originally nned to visit you guys in these days, but I''ve been


    rather busy taking care ofpany matters for Morris. You won’t mind, right, Vivian?"


    Mike was wearing a white shirt, a gray casual suit, with a pair of gold rim ssed on his high nose,


    calm and dignified, elegant and civilized. He had a mixed-race stunning face.


    Even though she had been in thepany of Morris all day and was used to seeing his handsome


    face, she still found this sexy and evil Mike very tititing.


    But she and he didn''t seem to know each other very well.


    But on second thought, she was now considered half his niece.


    "I won’t, Uncle Mike."


    Vivian shook her head.


    "Alright, alright, it''s quite cold outside, what are you all doing standing outside? Go inside and eat."


    Madame Cheal took Vivian''s hand, and several people all went into the living room and sat down to eat


    together.


    Concerned that Madame Cheal was not in good health, Vivian and Morris had discussed before they


    arrived not to tell her about what had happened in the dungeon so as not to worry her.


    "What do you do now, Vivian? I was discussing with Morris about wanting you toe work at


    Eonothem Group. What do you think?"


    At the dinner table, Madame Cheal chatted with Vivian as she ate.


    "No, no, no, no."


    Vivian, who was drinking the mushroom soup, shook her head repeatedly, "Grandma, I have a job now,


    there''s no need to go to work at Eonothem Group.


    "


    She didn''t want to see Morris every day.


    Not to mention that she now had a weddingpany with over twenty employees in it, and she had to


    stay with thepany and get the wedding business up and running.


    When the root was firmly established and the branch was opened in her hometown, she would move


    back to her hometown be with her foster parents.


    "It''s good that you have a job. Whenever you don''t want to quit, tell Grandma or Morris and take you to


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    work at Eonothem Group, take it as experience."


    Madame Cheal patted the back of Vivian''s hand, her smile amiable.


    "Good idea." Mike, who was sitting across from Vivian, approved of Madame Cheal''s idea and added,


    "If you don''t want to go to Morris’pany, you are go to mypany."


    Although Morris was temporarily at the helm of the Eonothem Group , it was not yet known who would


    actually be at the helm in the future.


    As for Mike, he also set up his ownpany with the help of the Eonothem Group and it was doing


    quite well.


    "Thank you, Grandma, and thank you, Uncle Mike."


    Vivian picked up the juice on the table and clinked her ss to Madame Cheal and Mike, smiling.


    But she knew in her heart that she was not allowed to go to the Eonothem Group, and that Mike was


    even more dangerous and must not be approached.


    But sometimes she had to be hypocritical on the surface.


    Morris’ gazended on Vivian before flicking to Mike, his deep andplex gaze tinged with some


    deepness, but he never spoke.


    After the meal, Vivian apanied Madame Cheal for a stroll around the park, and the olddy went


    to take a lunch break as she was a bit tired.


    Vivian left the old mansion with Morris by her own car, and as she was about to part ways with Morris


    at the entrance of the old mansion, Morris tossed the key to Trent and got into her car.


    Vivian, who was sitting in the driver''s seat, looked at Morris in confusion, "What are you doing in my


    car?"


    "Take you to somewhere."


    "Where?"


    "You''ll see." Morris said.


    Although Vivian was upset, she didn''t say anything and drove off, following the road pointed out by


    Morris all the way, finally arriving at a private residence some twenty minutester.


    It was a European-style building castle, a five-meter-high white carved openwork gate. Standing at the


    entrance and looking inside, she saw a sculpture fountain with a pair of dolphins leaping up, aside from


    a variety of flowers and green nts.


    Vivian stood in front of the vi, inclined her head and asked Morris, "Your house?"


    Morris gave her a meaningful look, "Come in."


    The two walked in one after the other.


    Vivian walked into the European castle style privatepound with a view of the interior, where it set


    with a private golf course, swimming pool, garden, cafe, etc.


    And the interior of the castle was quite distinctive, with avish crystal ceiling, bright obsidian floor tiles,


    cabs lined with a variety of antique artifacts, and several famous foreign paintings hanging around


    the corner of the spiral staircase.


    The interior of the castle was decorated in a luxury style, only gold wasck on the walls.


    In a ce like L City, where every inch ofnd was expensive, his private residence upied with a


    Vivian: Are rich people all so capricious?


    "You live alone?"


    Vivian was shock, looking at every part of the castle.


    When would she be so rich?


    "Which room you like, you can stay here from now on." Morris asked as he took Vivian on a tour of the


    vi.


    "I ...... which room I like?" Vivian froze for a moment and pointed at her nose, "You said you''d let me


    live here in the future?"


    It all came too suddenly, she was overjoyed, and then shook her head repeatedly to refuse, "No, I can


    rent a house, it''s far from mypany, it''s not convenient tomute to work."


    She was going to say that she could rent a house, but now Morris was her ''godbrother'' and could, by


    definition, be in charge of her.


    So she solely found a random excuse.


    Vivian had heard of this private residence, only knowing that it was the private residence of a wealthy


    man who had spent hundreds of millions to create it, but never thought that it was actually Morris’.


    But it was really some distance from where she worked.


    Without heavy traffic, it would take more than thirty minutes, but once it was in rush hour, it would take


    at least fifty minutes to return home from Eonothem Group.


    Coincidentally, the road that Eonothem Group took back to this private residence via the road in front of


    her weddingpany was the closest road.


    "I''ll drive you to and from workter." Morris directly blocked Vivian''ster words.


    He had been staying at the Night apartment before because there was still some redecorating going on


    here, and there was a construction crew in the back garden, so Morris hadn''t been back.


    It wasn''t until two days ago that some renovations to the back garden werepleted.