Vivian did not expect a prophecy.
It was not until the half-blood girl with a proud figure and long legs walked into the company and stuck to Ashton’s side that She realized that Ashton had really brought her a woman “who could do her duty as a wife.”
Like right now.
As Ashton sat in the president’s office chair, Vilya bent slightly over him and said, “Ashton, I have booked a nice French restaurant. Shall we have dinner?”
That pair of big breasts almost stick to Ashton’s arm!
Only separated by a glass wall from the President’s office, Vivian’s eyes seemed to sprout thousands of needles and swish Vilya through.
Ashton, however, did not seem to feel Vilya’s deliberate ingratiation. Glancing down at the document, he replied, “I may not have time in the evening.”
Hearing this, Vilya joked to Ashton, “Have you married yet? Would you like to go back to stay with your wife?”
Ashton paused, and said drily, “No.”
With a subtle sound, Vivian threw the paper scratched “by accident” into the garbage can with an expressionless face, saying in the heart for ten thousand times, “I am not angry, I am not angry, I am not angry…”
Finally, Ashton went there under the persuading of Vilya. On the way back by subway alone, Vivian scolded Ashton for countless times, but the moment when she got off the subway she was like a deflated ball.
What could she do?
If Ashton was a rich man, Vilya was a powerful magistrate. Vilya was a descendant of the royal family. Let alone her strong background, her family’s overseas economy was enough to make Ashton serve her. And it was just a simple dinner.
At this time, the elegant French restaurant, with its exquisite layout, melodious violin and warm yellow lights, rendered every couple in the restaurant with an atmosphere that seemed almost non-existent, including Ashton and Vilya sitting by the window.
Vilya wore a fiery red dress, which wrapped her hot figure in a concave and convex way, and her profound and three-dimensional features gave off a misty flavor against the light.
With a fork in her left hand and a knife in her right, she was gracefully slicing a medium-rare steak into small pieces.
Sitting opposite him, Ashton glanced down at his watch. At 7:30, the woman should have been home.
“Ashton, and don’t be distracted when you have dinner with me.” Vilya gently reminded him.
Ashton lifted his glass of red wine with a commercial smile, “No, dinner time today is for you, Miss Vilya.”
Vilya happily clinked glasses with him, took a sip, and asked tentatively, “Ashton, is there a light at home for you?”
Ashton suddenly seemed to think of something and wore a self-mocking smile at the corner of his lips, “I would like someone to leave a light for me.”
Vivian, would she have a conscience?
But Villiers was mistaken. She smiled, and the cautious look she had vanished away.
She stood up boldly, walked to Ashton and sat down beside him. Taking his arm lovingly, she said close to his ear, “Such an excellent man like you will only make people want to explode lights for you.”
As if he caught something out of the corner of his eye, Ashton glanced around, but did not see a suspicious figure. His heart was slightly relieved.
Then he calmly moved away and said to Vilya in a polite but distant voice, “Are you drunk? I’ll take you home.”
Vilya looked at the handsome face of the man in front of her. Even though she was usually a good drinker, she felt a little drunk. She simply got drunk, plunged into Ashton’s arms and began to “talk nonsense”.
“Ashton, I like you very, very much. I’ve liked you since the first time I saw you in France. Let’s fall in love.”
Ashton gave her a helping hand and then said helplessly, “Miss Vilya, you are drunk. We have known each other for less than a week.”
“Don’t you Chinese have an idiom,” she said in a daze, “Love at first sight? I fell in love with you at first sight, Ashton.”
Ashton looked cold, “… Stop that now, what do you know about love at first sight at your age?”
Vilya was clinging to Ashton even though she did not understand that sentence.
Vilya was the daughter of the famous overseas business tycoon. Ashton’s company inevitably had contact with them and could not lose them, so he had to leave the “drunk” Vilya in his arms, walked out of the restaurant and sent her back.
In the dark, in a black car parked at the door of the restaurant, Dolly smiled after she took a picture with her phone.
Vivian, you cannot have what I cannot have!