My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris)

Chapter 231 Can’t Get Over

"Mr. ......"

When she saw Mike appear, Vivian subconsciously wanted to call out 'Mr. Cheal', but on second

thought, she was now Madame Cheal's god-granddaughter, so she naturally had to address him as

'Uncle Mike' like Morris.

A smile spread across her cheeks, "Hello, Uncle Mike."

Morris and Mike looked at each other, and he gave a slight nod as a greeting.

"I've heard all about you and Morris, I originally planned to visit you guys in these days, but I've been

rather busy taking care of company matters for Morris. You won’t mind, right, Vivian?"

Mike was wearing a white shirt, a gray casual suit, with a pair of gold rim glassed on his high nose,

calm and dignified, elegant and civilized. He had a mixed-race stunning face.

Even though she had been in the company of Morris all day and was used to seeing his handsome

face, she still found this sexy and evil Mike very titillating.

But she and he didn't seem to know each other very well.

But on second thought, she was now considered half his niece.

"I won’t, Uncle Mike."

Vivian shook her head.

"Alright, alright, it's quite cold outside, what are you all doing standing outside? Go inside and eat."

Madame Cheal took Vivian's hand, and several people all went into the living room and sat down to eat

together.

Concerned that Madame Cheal was not in good health, Vivian and Morris had discussed before they

arrived not to tell her about what had happened in the dungeon so as not to worry her.

"What do you do now, Vivian? I was discussing with Morris about wanting you to come work at

Eonothem Group. What do you think?"

At the dinner table, Madame Cheal chatted with Vivian as she ate.

"No, no, no, no."

Vivian, who was drinking the mushroom soup, shook her head repeatedly, "Grandma, I have a job now,

there's no need to go to work at Eonothem Group.

"

She didn't want to see Morris every day.

Not to mention that she now had a wedding company with over twenty employees in it, and she had to

stay with the company and get the wedding business up and running.

When the root was firmly established and the branch was opened in her hometown, she would move

back to her hometown be with her foster parents.

"It's good that you have a job. Whenever you don't want to quit, tell Grandma or Morris and take you to

work at Eonothem Group, take it as experience."

Madame Cheal patted the back of Vivian's hand, her smile amiable.

"Good idea." Mike, who was sitting across from Vivian, approved of Madame Cheal's idea and added,

"If you don't want to go to Morris’ company, you are go to my company."

Although Morris was temporarily at the helm of the Eonothem Group , it was not yet known who would

actually be at the helm in the future.

As for Mike, he also set up his own company with the help of the Eonothem Group and it was doing

quite well.

"Thank you, Grandma, and thank you, Uncle Mike."

Vivian picked up the juice on the table and clinked her glass to Madame Cheal and Mike, smiling.

But she knew in her heart that she was not allowed to go to the Eonothem Group, and that Mike was

even more dangerous and must not be approached.

But sometimes she had to be hypocritical on the surface.

Morris’ gaze landed on Vivian before flicking to Mike, his deep and complex gaze tinged with some

deepness, but he never spoke.

After the meal, Vivian accompanied Madame Cheal for a stroll around the park, and the old lady went

to take a lunch break as she was a bit tired.

Vivian left the old mansion with Morris by her own car, and as she was about to part ways with Morris

at the entrance of the old mansion, Morris tossed the key to Trent and got into her car.

Vivian, who was sitting in the driver's seat, looked at Morris in confusion, "What are you doing in my

car?"

"Take you to somewhere."

"Where?"

"You'll see." Morris said.

Although Vivian was upset, she didn't say anything and drove off, following the road pointed out by

Morris all the way, finally arriving at a private residence some twenty minutes later.

It was a European-style building castle, a five-meter-high white carved openwork gate. Standing at the

entrance and looking inside, she saw a sculpture fountain with a pair of dolphins leaping up, aside from

a variety of flowers and green plants.

Vivian stood in front of the villa, inclined her head and asked Morris, "Your house?"

Morris gave her a meaningful look, "Come in."

The two walked in one after the other.

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with a private golf course, swimming pool, garden, cafe, etc.

And the interior of the castle was quite distinctive, with a lavish crystal ceiling, bright obsidian floor tiles,

cabinets lined with a variety of antique artifacts, and several famous foreign paintings hanging around

the corner of the spiral staircase.

The interior of the castle was decorated in a luxury style, only gold was lack on the walls.

In a place like L City, where every inch of land was expensive, his private residence occupied with a

large area. He was really rich.

Vivian: Are rich people all so capricious?

"You live alone?"

Vivian was shock, looking at every part of the castle.

When would she be so rich?

"Which room you like, you can stay here from now on." Morris asked as he took Vivian on a tour of the

villa.

"I ...... which room I like?" Vivian froze for a moment and pointed at her nose, "You said you'd let me

live here in the future?"

It all came too suddenly, she was overjoyed, and then shook her head repeatedly to refuse, "No, I can

rent a house, it's far from my company, it's not convenient to commute to work."

She was going to say that she could rent a house, but now Morris was her 'godbrother' and could, by

definition, be in charge of her.

So she solely found a random excuse.

Vivian had heard of this private residence, only knowing that it was the private residence of a wealthy

man who had spent hundreds of millions to create it, but never thought that it was actually Morris’.

But it was really some distance from where she worked.

Without heavy traffic, it would take more than thirty minutes, but once it was in rush hour, it would take

at least fifty minutes to return home from Eonothem Group.

Coincidentally, the road that Eonothem Group took back to this private residence via the road in front of

her wedding company was the closest road.

"I'll drive you to and from work later." Morris directly blocked Vivian's later words.

He had been staying at the Night apartment before because there was still some redecorating going on

here, and there was a construction crew in the back garden, so Morris hadn't been back.

It wasn't until two days ago that some renovations to the back garden were completed.