My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris) novel Chapter 194

Without even looking at the document, Morris held a signature pen, tapping on the desk to indicate that the document should be set aside.

"Inform the finance, and transfer 100 million to Vivian's account tomorrow."

"Yes."

Trent nodded, seemed to think of something, and asked again, "What about the final payment for Miss Mond's company?"

"The wedding went wrong, and in accordance with the contract, there was no need to settle the final payment."

Morris said with a straight face.

It seemed to be acting in accordance with the prescribed system, but in reality, he did not want to add a psychological burden to Vivian.

The matter of the wedding banquet, Issac and Yeon's actions caused irreversible and serious consequences, and he did not look for Issac to pursue the blame for the sake of Vivian.

Vivian felt a burden when she bore his immense 'favors'.

So the final payment of the wedding banquet was not given to her, which in turn could release Vivian's mind a little bit.

"Okay. I'll let the finance know tomorrow."

After saying that, Trent turned to leave.

"Wait."

Morris called out and said, "If any reporters show up in Vivian’s wedding company in the future, close their newspapers. Also, online, I don't want to see any more talk about Vivian."

Having working for Morris for a long time, Trent had never seen his Boss attached to anyone.

"By the way, I remember a couple of men getting married this month?" Morris asked suddenly.

Trent nodded, "Yeah. Are you going to give them red envelope?"

"Anyone who has their wedding held by Vivian’s company will have reimburse."

"Got it."

Trent received his orders and left the study.

His Boss was not a stingy person, how could he withhold 150 million from Miss Mond's final payment?

Wasn't this still a way to take care of Miss Mond's business?

Longxi Villa.

Yoona returned home and angrily smashed everything in her room, making a mess as if it were a garbage dump.

Even the wedding dress was cut to pieces, yet she still didn't take it off.

She lay helplessly on the bed, her coiled hair long ago drooping messily over her forehead.

Yoona slide through her phone, checking on the news.

#Celebrity Yoona was reported to have had a miscarriage, #On her wedding day, Mr. Cheal publicly withdrew from the marriage, #Why did Yoona force her sister's baby to die in the first place? # Morris and Yoona cancel the wedding peacefully #

She randomly clicked on a news and the video on it was the one where she was forced to have an abortion.

It was a news story with over a million likes and over 200,000 comments.

When she checked the comments, she saw:

"With this kind of farce, Mr. Cheal just said that he peacefully withdrew from the marriage and gave Yoona enough respect."

"The absurd things the Lees have dragged the Cheal family down."

"Yoona is no good, the video says she forced her sister to miscarry."

"The sisters look exactly alike, so are they fighting for a husband?"

"Who the hell is this Vivian?"

"The video came out at the wedding, and I'm just afraid that the haters are taking revenge."

"It's a pity that our L City's talented girl won't be able to marry in the future."

"Yoona doesn’t look nice at first glance."

......

The negative comment was much less than Yoona had expected, and her tense heart gradually relaxed.

It was just that some of the netizens' sharp comments would still be like a sharp dagger, stabbing her in the heart, painfully suffocating her.

After an afternoon of temper venting, Yoona was exhausted and no longer capable of fuming.

She became unusually calm.

Calmly, she clicked on the video and watched it play, inadvertently glancing at Vivian standing in the crowd.

Yoona's eyes were instantly tinged with bearish anger.

"Vivian, do you think you can ruin me?"

Her eyes narrowed slightly, "What I can't get, you don't even think you can get in this life ......!"

Downstairs in the lobby.

Phu Yen and Yorlien dismissed the servants and sat in the living room, looking serious and rather quiet.

Phu Yen picked up a cup of tea and took a sip, looked up at the second floor and sighed despondently, but said, "After today, I'm only afraid that she will hate Vivian more and more."

Yorlien was sitting on the sofa, seemingly leisurely making tea, but in reality, she was preoccupied.

"It happened suddenly, and though it was all unexpected, there was one person who appeared strangely today." She carried the pot and poured a cup of tea, picking up the tea and sniffing it.

"Who?"

"Yara."

"Who is Yara?" Phu Yen didn't know Yara.

"The last time Vivian met with a fire, she was kidnapped the day after she was hospitalized, and when she escaped, she met Yara and was taken abroad. Luckily, Morris arrived in time to save her. After that, Yara repeatedly approached Vivian, and today, after the incident, she even swaggered in to rescue her. But then, for some reason, Vivian ran away on her own. I guess, she was also suspecting Yara's identity. This girl is smarter than we thought."

Yorlien spoke in a serious tone.

On the contrary, Phu Yen was so shocked that his back went cold, and the cup in his hand fell straight down and fell to the ground. "Yara took Vivian abroad? To Where? To C country?"

Yorlien shook her head, "Not sure."

"Check it up."

"Check? Do you think it is easy? Months ago, Morris was investigating this woman named Yara and came up empty, so what can we find out?"

Phu Yen looked down and picked up the cup that had fallen on the carpet, rubbing his fingertips over the rim of the cup, and said soulfully, "It seems that a storm is coming."

Yorlien was silent for a long time, finished her cup of tea and put down her cup, "I'll go up to see Yoona."

......

It was late at night.

Vivian lay in bed tossing and turning and having trouble sleeping.

She played the game for a while and opened Twitter to see about today's happenings, but the news that was still trending in the afternoon had disappeared.

The entire Twitter was as calm as a pool of stagnant water, unable to stir up any ripples.

It seemed that it was Morris who made the move.

Late at night, the sleepless Vivian climbed up from bed, changed into a dress, sat in front of the dresser and put on makeup. Under the heavy makeup, she wore a wig, instantly changed her appearance, disguised in a way that even her own mother did not recognize.

She stepped out of the room just in time to run into Morris, who was walking out of the study.

The two of them just settled, looking at each other, stunned for a second.

Morris subconsciously thought that a thief had infiltrated the house, but that figure could only be Vivian.

"Where are you going this late?"

He said with concern.

"Holy shit, I'm all dressed up like this and you still recognize me?" Vivian looked down at herself in self-doubt, then walked over to a mirror by the bar and surveyed herself, "Is something wrong? If you can recognize me, won't others recognize me when I go out?"

"Answer my question."

Morris tilted his head and took a sip of red wine, walked to the bar, set his glass down, and questioned again.