YOKED TO A BILLIONAIRE BY VENNEH LISAH

When they reached the president's office, Molly told Violla that she was transferred to another office.

As of that day, Violla was no longer working at the reception counter. Her new job was at the filing office, where she was responsible for printing and filing work.

Violla had been with the company for a while now. Thus, she knew that both her new and old jobs were at the bottom of the hierarchy on level 68.

Being a receptionist was not that bad since she could see Davon and all the other higher-ups every day. If she performed remarkably, or if she met a manager or director who was in a good mood, there was a chance that she could get a promotion.

Nonetheless, the same could not be said about the filing office. Working there meant total isolation from the outside.

Violla would be stuck in a small room every day, waiting for the secretaries' email to be printed out. After that, she would sort it and send it over to the relevant parties.

There was no way for her to shine, nor a way for her to make mistakes. The chance for promotion was abysmal.

Violla understood that she was not doing really well recently, so a transfer was to be expected.

Hence, she packed up her stuff and went straight to the filing office quietly.

There were three ladies there working with her. They would be on their phones when no work was issued but immediately got to work as soon as tasks came in.

Seeing Violla, one of the ladies complained. "The girl with the connections is here. Ugh… she's so annoying!"

"What connections?"

"Think about it. Could an ordinary receptionist take leaves whenever she wants and not get fired? She definitely has some prominent connections."

"That sounds about right. "

Violla did not say anything when she heard those remarks. She merely placed her stuff on her table and started reading.

They had a lot of free time there, so Violla had a lot of time to study.

That morning, Violla had nearly nothing to do. She only printed a few documents and sent them to Molly. After that, she just sat at her table looking at all the data. Unknowingly, she found out about a new project from all the files she read.

The Tariques were collaborating with the Romans to develop a two-thousand-acre plot of land near Valley Lake. They were planning to build an international theme park and a matching-themed hotel beside it.

The project needed a huge sum of money, but the Tariques did not have enough funding. That was the reason they sought out the Romans family for a collaboration.

And of course, D'barl saw the potential, and the two families struck a deal.

Violla carefully read through all the documents and found something weird. The two thousand acres of land were not empty. Demolishing was needed – the Milan's Corporation's seven factories and her old home included.

It would have been fine if it was anywhere else, but Violla took notice because the Milan Corporation was involved.

Even though the company had already fallen into the hands of Smith and the rest of the relatives, it was still built upon Violla's father's blood, sweat, and tears. Not to mention the house that he built specifically for her.

It was already bad enough that Smith owned everything. Violla would be devastated if all of it were demolished.

"Violla Milan, Violla Milan." An unhappy-sounding voice interrupted Violla's thought process, and she snapped out of it. She turned to look at the colleague beside her. "What happened?"

"Why are you daydreaming during work?" The colleague stared at her, displeased. "Take this document to Miss Molly."

"Oh, okay." Violla quickly took the file and hurried to Molly.

At that time, Molly was busy delegating work to the others when Violla got there. She gestured for Violla to wait.

Violla stood at the side for twenty minutes, the file cuddled in her embrace. Molly never gave her a second look and went on with her work.

Violla felt a slight uneasiness. 'Did I unknowingly offend Molly?

"Hand it over!" After a while, Molly finally took the document from Violla without even looking at her. Molly then quickly left for the president's office right after.

Violla's heart sank. She was about to head back to the office when she suddenly heard a familiar voice. "Hey, Violla? I was wondering why I didn't see you. Did you get transferred?"

Violla turned around. It was Laura in a white suit, and she exuded a chilly presence. Her lips curled into a smirk as she stared down at Violla.

"Good day, Miss Laura!" Violla lowered her head to greet Laura and was about to leave.

"Get me a cup of coffee," Laura ordered pompously. "A black Americano, to be exact!"

"Miss Laura," Violla responded. "I'm working in the filing office now."

"So what?" Laura raised an eyebrow and sneered. "I can't order you around anymore?

"The filing office doesn't need to serve… " Violla started.

"Silence!" A roar interrupted Violla before she could finish.

Molly was hurrying over to them. "If Miss Laura asked you to get coffee for her, you go get her coffee. What's with the nonsense?"

Violla looked towards Molly, stumped by the change in her attitude. She was extremely reluctant but lowered her head in the end as she walked to the pantry.

"I want them freshly ground!" Laura demanded. "I don't drink instant coffee!"

"Don't worry, Miss Laura. I'll personally see to it," Molly spoke to her respectfully.

"With you there, Miss Molly I can be rest assured." Laura smiled with satisfaction and waltzed off into the president's office.

At the pantry, Violla started grinding the coffee beans. She was very much confused.

She did not know why Molly would suddenly have a change of heart like that. Even though Molly did reprimand her in the past for the greater good, it felt different this time.

"Did you hear us?" Molly's voice came from behind.

Violla snapped back into reality and replied softly, "It was hard not to. You two were loud."

"Don't take too long then. Get it done and bring it to Miss Laura," Molly ordered before leaving.

Violla looked at Molly's leaving silhouette and let out a sigh.

Soon after, Violla was holding the cup of coffee that she just made as she knocked on the door to the president's office.

"Come in!' Cruze instructed.

Violla walked in with the coffee in hand and stumped Cruze ,who was standing at the side of the door. Nevertheless, he recovered quickly and reached out for the coffee. "Leave it to me. You can go now."

Cruze was smart as he could tell that Laura was deliberately making it difficult for Violla.

"Thank you." Violla looked at him gratefully and was ready to leave.

"Stop right there!" Laura stopped her.

Instantly, Violla stood in place, lowering her head as she waited for the next demand.

Davon was also in the office, going through the documents in his hands. Nonetheless, he did not show even the slightest reaction to what was happening.

On the other hand, Cruze was actually anxious. He was worried that Laura was going to cause more trouble.

"Thank you!" Laura broke the tension in the atmosphere and said nothing more.

Violla was caught off guard, but she managed to respond. "You're welcome!"

Then, she turned around and left.

Cruze let out a sigh of relief before taking the coffee over to Laura. "Miss Laura, your coffee."

"Thanks." Laura took a sip. "It's a bit hot. I'll drink it later," she said while putting it on the table.

After that, Laura continued to go through the documents with Davon.

Cruze was a little puzzled. 'If she wasn't trying to mess around with Violla, then why did she ask her to bring coffee? Was it to exert dominance?'

"Davon. My father will also be here for the press conference later," Laura spoke out of the blue. "You wouldn't mind, right?"

"Most certainly not." Davon was surprised. "When did Mr. Tarique junior arrive in this City? Why didn't you tell me?"

"We were on the same flight this morning." Laura smiled as she answered him. "He went to have some morning tea with Mr. D'barl. Were you not informed?"

"Grandpa doesn't need to report to me what he does." Davon looked at his watch. "Anyway, it's getting late, and I have some other issues to take care of. Let's go for lunch afterward."

"I'll leave you be then," Laura said and took a few more sips of the coffee. She then packed up her documents before leaving right after. "I'll wait for you in the restaurant at level 17?"

"Sure." Davon nodded. "Please see Miss Laura off," he told Cruze.

"Yes, sir." Cruze approached politely. "This way, Miss Laura."

After he sent Laura off, Cruze quickly reported back to the president's office.

"Mr. Young Roman, almost everyone from the media has gathered down there. The public relations team has made arrangements for them to have a meal on level 13. A private room has been reserved on level 17 for you and Miss Laura. We might need to hurry up."

However, Cruze noticed that Davon was still seated as he stared at the documents in his hand in deep thought. There were no signs of him budging.

"Sir, is something wrong?" Cruze asked cautiously.

"Tell me, why would Grandpa suddenly ask Tarique Junior to come? Is he up to something?" Davon asked.

"Hmm… " Cruze dared not answer. "I think you already know, Sir. Why would you want me to reiterate it?"

"What's the point?" Davon rested his back on the sofa with an irritated look on his face. "He's already so old, yet he's still trying to marionette people around."

"You're not just anyone, sir. You're his grandson." Cruze said while observing Davon's expression. "The lineage of the Romans family, all three generations of it, is rested on your shoulder."

"So he needs to force me into marriage because of that?" Davon growled in displeasure. "Is my only purpose in life, mating and producing heirs for the family with someone of his choice? I love Violla Milan can't he see that." Davon confessed.

"I… " Cruze was speechless.

"Summon Clyde" Davon demanded.

"What are you up to?" Cruze panicked. "The press conference is starting any minute now. Sir, you mustn't act out of impulse at a time like this. Besides, whether Mr. Old Roman would do anything or not is still up in the air."

"It would be the best if he did nothing. But if he does, I need to establish some countermeasures." Davon stared at Cruze. "What's wrong? Are you going to be a rebel as well?"

"No, sir… " Cruze could do nothing, so he called Clyde over.

"Mr. Young Roman!" Clyde had always been in charge of external affairs. Yet he came back because the press conference needed more help around.

"Listen carefully." Davon pointed at him and issued an order. "I don't want to see Grandpa and Tarique junior at the press conference !"

"Umm…" Clyde was astonished as his eyes widened. "What you're saying is, you want me to intercept Mr. Old Roman and Mr. Tarique junior? Is this really okay?"

"If Mr. Tarique junior is here by himself, by all means, let him in. After all, he has a mild nature. He won't do anything if Grandpa is not around." Davon suddenly got serious. "But. If he's here with Grandpa, you must stop them from going any further!"

Clyde's expression changed drastically. "Sir, this is a tall order you're giving me."

"I don't care how you do it. Get it done, by hook or by crook! Or you're fired!" Davon's domineering presence was at full force.

Clyde felt desperate as he looked helplessly towards Cruze for some assistance.

However, Cruze shrugged, indicating to Clyde that there was nothing he could do.

"Alright. Now leave." Davon massaged his temples, exhausted. "Go and tell Laura that I'm not eating anymore. We'll meet in the conference room at one o'clock!"

"Yes, sir," Cruze answered as he pulled Clyde with him out of the office.

Clyde looked dejected. "Isn't he just sending me to my death by asking me to stop Mr. Old Roman?"

"Death would be better." Cruze sympathized with him. "But there's no other option. You know Mr. Young Roman's temper."

"What should I do?" Clyde let out a deep sigh.

"Pray," Cruze told him. "Maybe Mr. young Roman was overreacting – I mean, there's a chance that Mr. Tarique junior will come here alone. Mr. Old Roman didn't even say anything, so maybe he's not coming."

"What if he came?" Clyde looked at Cruze with his piercing gaze.

"Umm…" Cruze had no idea as well. "Then you'll just have to face it head-on."

"You b*stard!" Clyde cursed. "I'm the one dying here, not you. Stop gloating!"

"Hey, do you think I got the better end of the straw?" Cruze made a long face. "If anything happens at the conference, I'll be in dire straits too!"

"Whatever. I'm done talking to you," Clyde said as he left. Cruze sighed as he watched Clyde leave.

At the same time, Violla was getting ready to head down for lunch, but Molly appeared with a document. "Send this to the president's office." She handed the document to Violla.

Violla knitted her brows as she took the document. She knew it was because Davon wanted to see her. Otherwise, Molly would have sent it to him personally since the document was important.

"Make it quick," Molly said mindfully. "There's a crucial press conference on Level 66 at one o'clock. Miss Laura is dining in level 17 and will come up at any moment."

"Alright." With a heavy heart, Violla headed to Davon's office as she was told. She met Cruze, who was standing outside when she got there.

"Miss Milan what's this?" Cruze pointed at the documents Violla had with her.

"Miss Molly wants me to send it here," Violla spoke softly.

"Okay." Cruze answered and let her pass.

The door opened on its own after Violla knocked on it a few times. The security camera was linked to Davon's computer, so he knew who was at the door.

Violla went in and placed the document in front of Davon. "Your documents, Mr Young Roman.''

"Sit," Davon said while lighting up a cigar.

"We're in the office," Violla reminded.

But Davon ignored her and smoked the cigar once it was lit, puffing out a cloud of smoke at her.

Violla frowned and immediately covered her nose. "What happened? Is there something wrong with the press conference?"

Violla knew that Davon rarely smoked cigars. Every time he did, it would be because he was in a bad mood.

"In my world, nothing can go wrong." He sounded extremely prideful.

"And?" she asked.

"Grandpa is forcing a marriage on me." While Davon was smoking, he was also quietly observing Violla's reaction through the thick smoke.

Violla was slightly shocked, and there was a flash of panic in her eyes. However, she quickly calmed down and asked, "With miss Laura?"

"Is that important?" Davon responded curtly. "Either way, it's not going to be you!"

"Okay!" Violla nodded and attempted to probe further. "In that case, since you're getting married, you won't be needing me anymore, right?"

Davon knitted his brows in response and shot her an icy glare. "Is this your answer?"

Violla was stumped for a bit. "What else should I say?"

Truth be told, Violla actually had no idea how she should react. 'Should I cry? Beg him not to get married and let him continue torturing and manipulating me? I'm not insane just yet!'

"So, do you want me to get married?" Davon questioned.

"This isn't about what I want." Violla gave it some thought and figured out the best way to answer him. "This is not something I have control over."

Hearing what she said, Davon lowered his gaze in disappointment. It looked like he was calm as the sea, but the cigar in his hand was already snapped in two.

The tip of the cigar fell on his palm, burning it.

"Oh my God! What the hell are you doing?" Violla immediately opened up Davon's palm, wanting to take the burning tip away.

Out of nowhere, Davon grabbed her hand with the burning tip in his, making her feel the pain that he felt. "Violla Milan, remember this. You'll never be able to get away from me. Never!" He exclaimed with a sinister grin.

"Let me go! It hurts!" Tears started welling up as Violla was getting burned.

Nevertheless, not only did Davon not let go, he even pressed her onto the desk and angrily covered her mouth. His other hand slipped under her dress and pulled off her underwear, having his way with her, invading her.

"Davon Roman! You pervert!" Violla kept slamming her fist furiously on Davon's chest, but she was too weak.

Their shadows were elongated by the sunlight outside. The intertwining silhouette looked as though they were vines that twisted around each other and could not be untangled.

Tears blurred Violla's eyes as she stared at Davon knowing he will soon belong to someone else. His infuriated expression had quickly turned into that of lust as he indulged in the magnificence of her body.

Violla hated him while the morbid relationship they had terrified her. The only thing she wanted to do right then was escape before D'barl and Laura sought her out as an enemy after taking the Roman kids from her.