A Touch of Sweetness
Chapter 45

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Vivian did not know how to reply him. All she could feel was an overwhelming sense of exhaustion.Slapping Finnick’s hand away, she got up and left the dining room.

Watching her back, Finnick did not chase after her.

For the entire night, Finnick did not return to the master bedroom. Vivian was left alone in the room,sleepless for the entire night.

Finnick left the house early the next morning. He was gone when Vivian woke up.

After eating breakfast alone, she went to the office. However, she just sat down at her desk whenshe saw Fabian walking out of his office.

Frowning, Vivian stood up, planning to hide at the toilet and avoid a direct confrontation with him.She did not want Fabian to scold her in front of everyone.

"Vivian, you're free in the afternoon, right? Follow me to Finnor Group for an interview.”

Finnor Group?

Vivian's body froze. When she turned around, she saw Fabian staring at her expressionlessly.

“Mr. Norton.” She tried her best to seem calm. “I don't feel too well today. Can you take anotherperson?”

“No.” Fabian’s tone was formal. “This is the second interview with Finnor Group's CEO. Youinterviewed him the previous time, so at least you're acquainted. It's better if you accompany methere.”

Vivian frowned.

Interview Finnick with Fabian?

I'd be mad if I did that!

"But I really don't feel well, so I'm afraid that I'll affect the interview. Sarah and the rest were presentat the previous interview too. It's the same if you ask them to tag along.”

“Vivian.” Losing his patience, Fabian’s tone became frosty. “Do you want to get fired?”

In the magazine company, other than the Chief Editor's office, everyone else worked in opencubicles. Hence, all the employees sat together.

When they overheard Fabian’s conversation with Vivian, they fell silent. They timidly watched on,sensing the strange atmosphere surrounding them.

Glaring at Fabian, Vivian had no choice but to relent. “Okay, Mr. Norton.”

“Then don’t delay anymore. We'll leave now,” ordered Fabian expressionlessly and left, while Viviancoldly trailed behind.

After Vivian and Fabian left, the magazine company erupted into a ruckus.

"Oh my God! What's going on? Vivian's relationship with Mr. Norton seems quite bad. I initiallythought that he quite liked Vivian.”

"Are you stupid? You must be blind to think that Mr. Norton doesn't like Vivian. If he doesn't likeher, why would he ask her to tag along for such a major interview?”

"Huh? But they looked like they were about to start an argument.”

“They're not arguing! It's obvious that Vivian is throwing a tantrum at Mr. Norton.”

Most of the employees in the magazine company were women, who loved to gossip. Vivian had justjoined the magazine company two years ago, but her performance had been consistently good. Infact, she was much better than the other experienced journalists who had worked there for three tofour years. Part of the reason was that Vivian dared to accept any news projects, regardless of howtiring they were.

However, not everyone thought so.

Previously, someone spread a rumor in the company about how Vivian managed to get involvedwith a wealthy big-shot. Now that her relationship with the Chief Editor was so vague, everyone waseven more convinced now.

However, Vivian did not realize that she had become the subject of everyone's gossip. She merelysat on Fabian’s car solemnly and headed to Finnor Group.

“Fabian.” There was only the two of them in the car. Unable to bear it anymore, she asked, “What areyou trying to do?”

"What? Are you scared?” scoffed Fabian coldly. “Isn't he just your sugar daddy? If this already scaresyou, how did you replace the courage to be a mistress who breaks up someone else's family?”

Vivian found Fabian utterly unreasonable. Not wanting to converse with him anymore, she lookedoutside the window.

The car finally arrived at the Finnor Group's building. Vivian followed Fabian up the building. Then,the secretary led them to Finnick's office.

The office was decorated in a modern style. The man was sitting on a wheelchair in front of themassive French windows. His body was enveloped by a golden simmer of sunlight, causing him tolook dazzling.

“Uncle Finnick,” greeted Fabian as he walked forward with Vivian. “Excuse me for the suddeninterview. I didn't disturb your work, right?”

Finnick turned around slowly with a calm expression on his handsome face. “It's fine. It's just a mereinterview.”