My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris)

Chapter 252 Someone is Trying to Frame Issac

Rather than 'Angel's Tears', she would say it was 'Dark Night's Dream'.

This was because the pendant was quirky and even a little retro, which was out of place with the post-

modern design of the necklace.

Vivian clutched the necklace, her thumb gently rubbing the pendant, and at that moment her brain

buzzed, as if someone had pulled on her nerves, and she winced backwards in pain.

And for a moment images flooded her mind, but those images flashed away, too fast for her to catch

any message.

But this strange physical reaction only existed for a second before it seemed like it was gone.

"It hurts like hell."

Vivian reached out and rubbed her temples, "What the hell? Migraine headache from not sleeping well

yesterday?"

Migraines used to be a problem only for women in their old age, but she occasionally suffered from

migraines.

Especially after staying up late.

Vivian didn't think much of it and put the necklace back in the box.

"Forget it, it's so expensive, it's better to wear it."

Vivian was distressed by the necklace that she had bought back with 60 million, so she simply took off

the necklace with the four-leaf clover that Issac had given her and put this necklace on her neck.

"The blue looks great with you."

Issac appeared out of nowhere and sat directly beside Vivian.

When she saw Issac, Vivian immediately snapped the necklace case shut, after all, inside was the

necklace Issac had given her, and it was more or less inappropriate to have it taken off in front of him.

"How is your body recovering?" Vivian subconsciously looked at his leg, and under her eyes was an

unconcealed guilt.

Issac breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to pat his leg, "It's okay."

At that moment, a bartender passed by and Issac snapped his fingers towards him and hooked his

fingers.

The bartender walked over, Issac brought two glasses of red wine from the tray and handed them to

Vivian in a natural way, "I heard that your wedding company is doing good business now?"

Vivian took the red wine, clinked her glass with him, took a sip of the wine and sighed, "It's average.

how do you feel now that you're back at work at the Shaw Group? Are you still getting used to it?"

"People, eventually, have to have an adjustment process."

Issac smiled to himself, then reached out, "Want to dance?"

"No, I really don't know how to dance."

"Since you won't dance, how about we go sit on the top floor terrace, have a coffee and enjoy the night

view?"

Vivian felt her head dizzy and waved her hand, "No, I've been busy all day and want to go back."

Since the last incident, when she faced Issac again, Vivian was no longer as open as she was in the

past, but rather she was under pressure.

Her outright refusal made it obvious that Issac felt a distance between them.

His cold eyes were slightly contracted, and a complex look flickered under his eyes.

"I've been dancing for a long time, phew~~ I'm exhausted."

Yara, who walked out from the dance floor, walked straight to Vivian's side and sat down, lazily lying on

her shoulder, and tilted her head to greet Issac again, "Hi, Mr. Issac, how are you? My name is Yara

Sain, you can call me Yara."

Issac had some impression of Yara, having seen her before.

"Miss Sain is on good terms with Vivian?"

He was a little surprised when the relationship had gotten so good between the two of them.

Yara wrapped an arm around Vivian's shoulders and smiled frankly, "Of course, this is my new sister.

Look, she's my sister, you're her 'Brother Issac', so you're my brother. There's nothing wrong with

saying that, is there?"

Yara was vividly, quite similar to Vivian's personality.

Vivian looked at Yara as if she were a foreigner, and couldn't help but frown, "You are narrow-minded,

all people of the country are one family, so all men can be your brother."

Her flirtatious remark amused Issac, who couldn't help but laugh.

On the contrary, Yara gave Vivian a blank look and reached out to twist her arm, "Don’t you think it will

embarrass me?"

Saying that, Yara smiled at Issac, "Brother Issac, your family also engages in raw materials for

cosmetics, will you consider cooperating and give me a discount price?"

"Since you have called me Brother Issac, how can I refuse?"

"You are righteous."

Issac and Yara chatted enthusiastically.

Not long after, Issac suddenly said, "I'll go to the bathroom first, you two talk."

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Vivian and Yara nodded as Issac got up to leave.

On the other side of the hall, when Yoona saw Issac striding away, she immediately got up and

followed him.

At this moment, the host on stage had already announced the winner of today's 'Lucky Star' and called

out to Vivian to come up to the stage to collect her prize.

Of course, Vivian would not resist the opportunity to receive a prize.

After all, it was a beautiful jewellery piece worth millions, so take it for granted.

The hall was buzzing with activity while there was a thumping sound in the workroom at the back of the

hall.

Issac kicked the door open and strode into the workroom, his harsh gaze directed at a male waiter who

was scrambling to change his clothes.

This person was the waiter who had just carried the red wine and walked past Issac.

"Where do you want to go?"

His cold, chilling eyes shot straight at the scrawny waiter, questioning.

The waiter panicked, gulped nervously and couldn't help but take a few steps back, almost writing the

word 'weakness' directly on his face.

"You, you ...... what do you want? This is a workroom, you are not allowed in here."

The waiter stuttered nervously.

Issac's lips curled up in an arc as he walked up to the waiter, clenched his right hand in a fist, shrugged

it off, and then thumped that waiter.

The waiter fell to the ground, and blood dripped from his nose at once.

"What are you doing? How can you hit me? I ...... I, do you believe I ...... call the police to arrest you

now?"

The skinny man lying on the ground was frightened.

Issac stood in front of him, looking down at him from above, and the next moment, lifted his foot and

stepped directly on the back of his right hand propped on the ground, his dark and shiny leather shoes

crushed on it, "Say it, who sent you?"

"I can't understand what you're saying ...... Ah ...... it hurts ...... it hurts, my hand is going to break,

help."

He couldn't help but wail in pain.

But Issac was indifferent, "If you don't say it, I won't only break your hand, I'll break your leg too!"

Damn it, dare to do that before his eyes.

He finished his words of warning, but the waiter kept his mouth tightly shut, dead silent.

Seeing that he was keeping his mouth shut, Issac's patience almost wore thin and his eyes glanced

over to see a bottle of wine to one side.

Without saying a word, Issac held the top of the bottle and smashed it against the wall with a thud, he

held the bottle that was smashed and only the top remained, leaned down and ruthlessly stuck it on the

back of the man's hand, "As long as you can carry it, you can keep it to yourself."