Vivian sighed inside and sneaked a peek at the man whose eyes had turned red with anger. " F..Father, he's very busy, that is why__"
" I'll go there next week and get everything over with." He cut her off again and walked away with a scoff.
She watched as he strode upstairs and another sigh escaped her lips. It was all that bitch's fault. After that day that Carl had suddenly left her in the resort, she had forced the information out of his assistant and found out that he had gone after that two-timing slut.
A cold gold glint flashed through her eyes and she stood up from the couch and started walking toward her room.
" Vivian, when did you return? How's your Auntie?" A middle-aged woman who looked a lot like her suddenly appeared from the kitchen's direction with a juice cup in hand.
Vivian looked down at her mother as she was a little bit taller than her then sighed and took the juice cup without answering her question.