YOKED TO A BILLIONAIRE BY VENNEH LISAH

The next morning, Violla rushed to work, relieved she wasn't late. The security manager personally brought her uniform and encouraged her to work hard. After changing and donning her cap, she appeared both smart and alluring.

The entire group of young security guards was mesmerized, particularly Sean, who blushed at the sight of her. "Today, as usual, you will accompany Sean on his rounds around the parking lot. Hurry, the president's car is nearly here," the manager instructed.

"Yes!" Violla exclaimed, carrying an exquisite-looking bag as she followed Sean.

"What's that?" Sean asked.

"You'll find out later," Violla replied simply. Keeping an eye on the parking lot entrance, Violla finally spotted the Rolls-Royce Phantom and quickly rushed to welcome it.

"Good morning, Mr. Roman," Sean greeted, opening the door.

"Good morning, Mr. Roman!" Violla greeted, raising the bag with a smile. "Your breakfast is ready."

"Hmm?" Davon raised an eyebrow, interested in Violla.

"Pizza from Noor's, beef sandwiches from Lance, hand-brewed coffee from St. Logan's... everything exactly as you ordered," Violla cheerfully stated.

"Mr. Roman, I have reflected on my previous incompetence. Last night, I called a few restaurants to order the food and picked them up this morning. Don't worry, it's all genuine. I even left the receipts inside."

As she spoke, Violla searched for the receipts in the bag.

"You finally understand your priorities," Davon said, smirking.

"Haha..." Violla grinned mischievously. "I was ignorant before. I hope you'll be magnanimous and not hold it against me. Please give me a chance, and I promise I'll change for the better."

"I'll reward you based on your performance," Davon said, taking the bag and handing it to Sean.

"Huh?" Sean was stunned as he accepted it.

Meanwhile, Violla's expression froze. Before she could regain her composure, Davon had turned to leave.

Cruze softly remarked, "Mr. Roman's breakfast is different every day. The menu last time was for Thursday, but today is Friday. He will be having something different."

"In that case..." Violla started.

"I've already sent someone to get it, so don't worry. Just focus on doing your job," Cruze told Violla. After he finished, Cruze quickly caught up with Davon.

Staring at Davon's silhouette, Violla muttered under her breath, "Damn you!"

Davon entered the elevator and turned around. Violla put on her best smile and waved at him respectfully, saying, "Mr. Roman, I wish you a wonderful day!"

Changing her expression instantly, like a chameleon, she filled her tone with as much enthusiasm as possible.

Lowering his gaze, Davon smiled smugly as the elevator door closed. When Cruze checked Davon's expression, he heaved a sigh of relief. "It looks like today is going to be a wonderful day. Don't you think so, boss?" Cruze asked Davon. "Mmmh mmmh!" Davon grunted.

"Violla, do you want to share the breakfast that Mr. Roman gave me?" Sean carefully probed.

"Sure, let's go," Violla answered. She didn't want them to go to waste as she had spent three hundred and eighty-eight on them.

"After putting in so much effort to impress him, he actually gave it to someone else. He's really insensitive! Forget it. At least I get to eat them with Sean. Hence, they're not wasted," Violla told herself.

While they were having breakfast, Sean commented excitedly, "I have never eaten such an expensive breakfast before. It's so beautiful and exquisite that I don't feel like eating them."

"Eat it while it's hot, or else it will go to waste!" Violla said with her mouth full, handing him a beef sandwich. While they were enjoying breakfast happily, little did they realize they were being watched.

Isaac, who had been demoted to guarding the parking lot entrance, was like a rat in the shadows. He was hiding in a dark corner and spying on Violla, with a malicious glint in his eyes.

"She caused me to be beaten up by Davon. Because of her, I was removed from my glorious job as the manager of the HR department and relegated to just a security guard at the entrance," Isaac thought.

Whenever his colleagues saw him, they would look at him in a condescending manner. His friends and subordinates, who used to be close to him, avoided him like the plague. Meanwhile, his rivals seized upon the opportunity to trample on his dignity. To Isaac, it was all Violla's doing.

"It's delicious," Violla voiced out after finishing the last beef sandwich and licking her lips to savor every last bit. "No wonder the Devil orders food from them. He really has good taste."

"Shh..." Sean quickly reminded her. "The last time you went missing for three days, the HR department wanted to fire you. It was Mr. Roman who stopped them. Not only are you ungrateful, but you also call him names. That isn't right."

"Huh?" Violla was surprised. "Are you saying the Devil... I mean, Mr. Roman, saved my job?"

"That's right," Sean confirmed. He explained earnestly what happened that day. "After you left and didn't come back, the manager called you, but you didn't answer. The next day, he had no choice but to inform HR. HR decided that you had to be fired for leaving your station without permission."

Sean continued, "When the manager asked me to get a case form from HR, I bumped into Mr. Cruze, the president's assistant, there. He instructed the HR manager to retain your position and classify it as if you were on leave. You know Mr. Cruze never acts or says anything unless it's from the president himself."

"What?" Violla was extremely shocked to hear that it was the Devil who saved her job.

"Next time, don't call him names anymore, or else he might fire you for real when he gets angry. Where did you go to look for a job? I have worked in a few different companies before and realized that Roman Corporation offers the best pay and benefits. Furthermore, there's room for career progression too."

Sean continued to ramble on with a serious face. However, Violla only had one question in her mind. "Why did the Devil help me? Does he intend to keep me as a toy? So that he can continue to torment me? That has to be it... he really is crazy. But it's okay since I have his attention, it means I'm still of some use to him." Just as she was pondering about it, a car alarm rang out from afar.

Violla was startled, but Sean remained calm. "Perhaps one of the bosses accidentally scraped another car while parking, causing the alarm. I'll go take a look." Sean offered.

"Wait, let's go together," Violla said quickly, packing up the leftovers.

"Take your time cleaning while I head there first," Sean stated. He was extremely responsible and dashed toward the source of the sound. After packing up everything and preparing to dispose it of , Violla suddenly felt an evil presence behind her.

She instinctively turned around. Before she could react, a stack of crates toppled from behind her. Along with a shout, a white shadow shot toward her, pulling her into his embrace and shielding her from the crates. When she felt his muscular chest, a familiar sense of warmth and security washed over her.

Opening her eyes, she saw Franklin's handsome face, and her heart almost melted instantly.

"Violla, are you alright?" Franklin inquired, his eyes filled with gentle concern. Despite the furrowing of his eyebrows showing the pain he felt, he was more worried about Violla's safety.

"Frank..." Violla said.

As she regained her senses, Violla realized that Franklin had been hurt by the crates because he had protected her. There was a cut on his forehead, and blood was slowly oozing out. His left arm also seemed to be injured, as he could hardly move it.

She became extremely anxious. "You're injured. Did you fracture anything?"

"I'm fine," Franklin replied.

"Mr. Stanley!" a few of his bodyguards rushed over. "Get the doctor, quick!"

"No!" Franklin stopped them. "We are at Romans Corporation, not Stanley's Group. We must not cause Mr. Roman any alarm..."

"But you..." his security guard started before noticing Davon.

"Mr. Roman!" the guard exclaimed.

Violla looked up and saw Davon standing in the middle of the corridor, observing them from afar with an awkward smile, but his gaze was as frosty as ice. When Violla sensed the animosity, she inexplicably grew anxious.

After Franklin released Violla, he stepped to one side and maintained his distance, as if he wanted to avoid any gossip.

"Mr. Stanley, are you alright?" Davon asked casually as he strolled over. Behind him, Cruze instructed the security guards to investigate what had happened.

"I'm fine, just a scratch," Franklin told Davon.

Despite sweating profusely, Franklin maintained his composure with a faint smile.

"I'm impressed that you rescued a damsel in distress," Davon smiled. "Although she isn't much of a beauty, I must thank you on her behalf as her employer."

Violla furrowed her eyebrows, feeling strange upon hearing Davon's words.

"Please don't say that. It was nothing at all," Franklin said, glancing at Violla before addressing Davon. "I was just looking for you. Are you..."

"I have something to attend to, so I'm heading out," Davon cut him off, polite but aloof. "Sorry for wasting your time."

"Um..." Franklin froze briefly before replying with a smile. "No worries. I'll come again when you're free."

"Mmm-hmm," Davon grunted in acknowledgment before getting into his car. Franklin stood still, feeling extremely awkward. His security guard asked softly, "Didn't you have an appointment with him?"

"Ignore him; he always behaves this way. He knows his family is the most powerful in the southern nation. We are all beneath him," Franklin stated. Witnessing how Franklin was treated, Violla felt bad for him.

"Let's go to the hospital," Franklin's security guard suggested.

"Mr. Stanley!" Cruze called out, coming over and politely explained, "Mr. Roman has an urgent matter to attend to today. Shall we schedule another appointment for next time?"

"Sure, I'll let you know," Franklin nodded with a smile.

"Are you injured? I'll have someone send you to the hospital," Cruze offered, waving for the security guards to come.

"I'm fine. I'll manage this myself," Franklin replied politely. "You should go on. Mr. Roman must be waiting for you."

"In that case..." Cruze started.

"Mr. Cruze," Violla called out, cutting him off. She used the opportunity to ask Cruze, "Mr. Stanley was injured trying to save me. I would like to send him to the hospital, is that alright?"

"Erm..." Cruze turned to look at Davon before nodding. "Sure!"

"Thank you," Violla said. She immediately supported Franklin. This time, Franklin didn't refuse.

"What happened?" Sean asked. He arrived in a huff. When he saw what happened, he was shocked.

"Just now, some crates fell down and almost injured me, but Mr. Stanley saved me instead," Violla explained. "Mr. Cruze has given me permission to send Mr. Stanley to the hospital. Sean, please help me report this to the manager."

"Okay, sure," Sean nodded.

"Be careful, don't hurt your arm," Violla told Franklin as she helped him into the car. The Rolls-Royce Phantom passed them by, and Franklin looked up and saw Davon giving Violla a cold stare.

"You drive. The rest of you, take the other car," Franklin instructed.

"Yes, sir," they chorused.

While driving the white Bentley out of the parking lot, his personal assistant couldn't help but reminisce about the old times with Violla. "Miss Milan, it's been such a long time. Do you still remember me?"

"How can I forget?" Violla laughed and remarked, "When Franklin and I were dating, you were always behind us. He would always scold you for being the third wheel."

"Hahaha..." Franklin's assistant laughed heartily.

"I thought you had forgotten," Franklin's voice was as gentle as it was in the past. He looked longingly at Violla. She was jolted and lowered her head. "But that's all in the past now," Violla stated. The atmosphere began to feel awkward.

Clearing his throat, the assistant focused on driving and didn't dare to say another word.

"Do you and Mr. Roman know each other?" Franklin probed. He was a smart man. Just by observing them, he knew that Davon was somehow interested in Violla.

"He is my boss. Why wouldn't I know him?" It seemed that she didn't think that way.

"Are you here to talk business with him? With the Stanley Group's current status, you don't need to depend on him, or do you? Even if it's a business deal, he should treat you with respect. You don't have to put up with his attitude."