WantNovelChapter 699
The words sounded critical, but they actually served a dual purpose, covering all bases.
On one hand, they expressed how much the Wilson family valued Vivian, while on the other hand, they reminded
Zachary of the purpose behind their arranged marriage—the mutual development of both families.
Zachary smiled and humbly replied, "You're exaggerating, and besides, Vivian is quite accomplished herself."
He had smoothly returned the conversational "ball" that had been tossed to him.
Old Mr. Wilson's practiced smile stiffened slightly before quickly returning to normal as he invited Zachary to take
a seat.
Zachary sat at the first position on the right, with Vivian sitting beside him.
With just a clap of his hands, Old Mr. Wilson summoned servants who walked slowly from the kitchen carrying
dishes that delighted all the senses.
Seeing this, Vivian leaned closer to Zachary and whispered, "Grandfather knew you were coming and specially
instructed the chef to prepare your favourite dishes."
Their every move was taking place under Old Mr. Wilson's watchful eye.
The three of them were like skilled actors, constantly staying in character.
When she saw that Zachary showed no reaction, Vivian bit her lip and instinctively glanced toward Old Mr.
Wilson.
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What should she do?
Old Mr. Wilson gave her a forced smile and said directly, "Vivian, you're always claiming to be busy. | can never
get you to visit, no matter how much | ask. If it weren't for Zachary, you'd probably have forgotten about this old
man entirely."
Vivian played along, responding in a soft, coquettish voice, "Grandfather, | really am busy. It's not that |
deliberately avoid visiting you."
"Your mouth is your only talent," Old Mr. Wilson shook his head, acting as if he knew her inside out.
Then he raised his wine glass and childishly huffed, "I'm old now. My personal doctor usually restrictsfrom
drinking, but since you've finally cto visit, you must keep this old man company and drink to your heart's
content."
Zachary ran his fingers lightly over his glass, his expression deep and thoughtful, showing no intention of raising
it for a toast.
Vivian recalled what Old Mr. Wilson had told her the night before.
"Grandfather, you wanted to see me?" Vivian had looked with confusion at Old Mr. Wilson sitting in his armchair.
"Yes." Old Mr. Wilson barely lifted his eyelids as he said flatly, "Invite Zachary to dinner at the mansion
tomorrow."
Thinking that Old Mr. Wilson planned to pressure Zachary, Vivian hesitated before speaking, "Grandfather, my
relationship with Zachary can't be rushed. Please givemore time, I..."
Old Mr. Wilson impatiently interrupted her, "How much more tdo you need? If
| let you handle this your way, you'll
only make that oy ers stulbbain.
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Vivian lowered her head and said without conviction, "He won't do that."
"Enough." Old Mr. Wilson's face
hardened, his tone filled wa om
inefutale autheriyX fol do exactly
ak Say. The future of the Wilson
Group cannot afford any mistakes."
Soon after, a bodyguard in black entered carrying a briefcase.
Inside were two syringes filled with a light blue liquid that gleamed coldly.
Vivian looked up at Old Mr. Wilson with alarm, "Grandfather, what is this?"
Old Mr. Wilson explained, "Don't
worry. It only stimulates a surge in
adrenaline and creajeg oraet m
pieaserthialieinations. The duration
depends on individual physiology but
won't exceed five hours. It causes no
harm to the body during that time."
Without Old Mr. Wilson needing to explain further, Vivian already understood what she needed to do.
Coming back to the present moment, Vivian's hesitant heart finally made up its mind.
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