My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris)

Chapter 273 Master Hospitalized with Serious Injuries

reading more on Vivian spread her cards with joy.

From this hand onwards, it was as if Vivian was on a roll, winning money all the way.

And Morrs still looked calm, unable to see anything unusual.

Little did he know that Sue sitting behind him played cards too.

She just watched as Morris allowed deliberately Vivian to win in a row.

Vivian's confidence was boosted by her 'luck' and she really started to win all the way, so with only

110,000 in her account, she ended up with a total of 1.11 million!

Apart from her, the other winners were Morris and Issac, while Yara was the only one who lost, losing

2.5 million.

"Alas, I have bad luck."

Yara sighed, drooping her face and looking back at Mike, "Mike, you said you were going to invest in

me. We have to split the money in half."

"Yes, yes. Uncle Mike, I told you to invest in me and you didn't even agree. Now you must regret it."

Vivian, who knew nothing of the situation, was so caught up in the fun that she didn't even realize that

Morris let her win many times.

"I should have listened to you."

Mike shook his head in mock helplessness.

Morris sat in his seat and looked at the cards in his hand.

He could easily win, but since it was the last round, he wanted Vivian to win, and he said, “You are in

good luck.”

"Yes, I've never lost at the poker table." Vivian was smug, but she didn't know that although she was

good at poker, she was not as good as Morris.

"Whoever wins will pay for the bill." Yara raised her eyebrows at Vivian, signaling that she was the

biggest winner, and that Vivian would have to pay for both the dinner and lunch money.

Vivian readily agreed, "No problem."

"Mr. Issac is also very lucky today." Mike said.

Issac laughed, "Not even close to Vivian."

They were still chatting while Vivian got up and went to the bathroom.

After sitting all afternoon, she didn't dare to go to the toilet in order to win more money.

A short while later, she came out of the toilet and walked to wash her hands in the public sinks, just as

Morris was standing here smoking.

She gave him a look, but had nothing to say.

Solely not saying anything, she just touched up her make-up in the mirror.

At this moment, Vivian's mobile phone suddenly rang.

She put away her lipstick and pulled out a tissue to wipe her hands before pulling out the phone, called

by none other than her adoptive mother, Jenny.

"Hello, Mom?"

"Vivian, where are you? Your master came down from the upper mountain this afternoon, the road was

slippery and he fell. He hit his head on a rock and is still unconscious."

"What? How did this happen?"

Vivian's voice suddenly rose in decibels after she heard it, and at one side of the room, Morris gave a

slight pause in his smoking motion and immediately looked sideways at her.

"It's snowing and icy and the roads are slippery. Houghton is getting older after all."

"I'll be right back."

Vivian hung up the phone in a hurry.

She stood in front of the mirror and let out a nervous breath, only to see Morris standing just watching

her through the large mirror.

Both of them could see each other through the mirror.

His thin lips opened slightly, as if to say something, but Vivian didn't give him the chance, turning

around and walking straight away.

Morris followed close behind.

Vivian trotted back to the compartment and found that apart from the waiter who was cleaning it, only

Sue was left in the compartment.

"Issac went out to make a call, and Yara and Mike went off to play on the air cushion ski slopes." Sue

replied.

As it was still early, the waiter was just in time to tidy up the box and prepare the food for six o'clock

sharp.

After all, in the resorts, even the hotels could no longer seat their customers and queues were required.

Vivian immediately called Mike, but there were no answers after two calls in a row.

"Just drive my car."

Morris, who appeared behind her, spoke up.

Vivian was anxious, and after thinking about it, she could only take the car key handed to her by Morris,

"Thanks, I'll give them it to you when I get back.

"

She hurried downstairs and was about to call and ask Morris where his car was parked, but at the next

moment, she saw Morris suddenly appear and point to a silver-grey Maybach off to the side.

Vivian looked back at Morris, the words of gratitude on her lips, but she didn't say them, just trotted to

the car.

Just as she started the car and was about to leave, Morris walked over, pulled open the door and got

right into the car.

"What are you doing here?"

Vivian was quite displeased.

"It takes hours to travel from here to Zhutang town, do you know how dangerous it is. I'll drive!"

He looked serious and reprimanded, but his concern could be felt between the words.

Although Vivian could drive, her driving skills were certainly not comparable to those of an older driver.

Hesitating for a moment, she eventually got out of the car and went to the passenger side, letting

Morris drive and said, "Please take me back to the wedding company, I'll drive back myself."

She didn't want to bother Morris any more, after all, she was free with the break in the relationship.

It felt good for her to live like that.

Morris steered the wheel with familiarity and drove towards the outside of Wansheng Ski Resort, not

paying any attention to Vivian.

Not long after they left, Vivian's mobile phone rang, it was Issac's call.

She answered the phone and spoke to Issac about the situation before hanging up.

Afterwards, Vivian called Yara to explain the situation and to avoid her worrying, and only then did she

go back in peace.

On the way, the two sat in the car in silence.

The only thing that broke the silent and awkward atmosphere was the music blaring in the car.

Outside the resort, there were a number of wooden houses, covered in snow and lit by dim yellow

lights, with snowflakes falling, making everything seem extraordinarily quiet and yet beautiful in this dim

twilight.

It was like being in a foreign country town, immersed in a world of snow, like a fairy tale.

Really it was super beautiful!

No matter how beautiful the scenery was, it could not resist Vivian's eagerness to worry about

Houghton.

She knew that in general, in minor cases, her foster mother would basically not contact her to keep her

from worrying.

Once she was contacted, it was a sign of a serious situation.

This was what Vivian worried about. NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

"Houghton is hale and hearty, and a practiced man, so you don't have to worry too much." Seeing her

sad and worried face, Morris soothed her.

Vivian didn't pay any attention to him, just inclined her head to look out of the window.

In the box, she did not show any disrespect to Morris, after all, so many people were there.

Now, she did not want to talk to him! reading more on