A Heaven-sent Sweet Child Falls Asking for Hugs-Chapter 11: Crashing into the President’s Arms
Vivian Quincy, who had been about to leave, was forcefully grabbed by Fiona Hughes. When Vivian broke free, Fiona, enraged and humiliated, snatched a glass from the table and threw it, not realizing she had missed her target!
THWACK! The glass hit a passing child. Even though Vivian Quincy reacted quickly and dashed over to block it, she wasn’t fast enough. Vivian was soaked, and the child’s forehead swelled up into a large lump as they began to wail in pain.
The surrounding people turned to look. A woman with a distinguished air heard the crying, ran over, and swept the child into her arms, asking with anguish, "Sweetheart, who did this to you?!"
Fiona Hughes recognized the woman at a glance—she was the wife of a Crestfall jeweler! Terrified of offending her, Fiona immediately pointed at Vivian Quincy. "How could you be so cruel to a child!"
The moment the woman heard that Vivian Quincy had hurt her precious daughter, she angrily shoved Vivian away. "Get away from her! Don’t you touch my daughter."
Vivian Quincy stumbled and fell to the ground, biting her pale lips. Meanwhile, the true culprit, Fiona Hughes, stood by and watched the drama unfold, as the surrounding crowd began to murmur accusatorily at Vivian.
The color slowly returned to Vivian Quincy’s deathly pale face. Her cold, sharp gaze fell on Fiona Hughes. "You’re the one who threw the glass."
Fiona Hughes’s expression turned panicked. Flustered and guilty, she quickly retorted, "Nonsense! I love children. How could I possibly hurt one?" After a pause, Fiona turned to the woman. "She’s the one who hit your child, and now she’s trying to lie her way out of it. I’ve never seen such a shameless woman in my life!"
The woman, easily provoked by Fiona Hughes’s words and desperate to protect her daughter, slapped Vivian Quincy across the face without a second thought. "Apologize!" she screeched.
Gasps erupted from the other patrons in the restaurant.
Fiona Hughes raised an eyebrow. ’I didn’t expect this woman to have such a short fuse.’ With a cold smirk, she slipped back into the crowd and used the chaos to make her escape.
Vivian Quincy tried to stop Fiona Hughes, but the woman blocked her path, refusing to back down. "Where do you think you’re going? You hurt someone and now you’re trying to run? I’m calling the police!"
Jasper Ford heard the commotion. By the time he looked over, several waiters were already shielding the child from view, but he could still vaguely hear the woman accusing Vivian Quincy. A barely perceptible sneer touched Jasper’s thin, sensual lips. He arrogantly withdrew his kingly, aloof gaze and headed toward the private room.
Caden Chandler followed, unable to resist asking, "President Ford, should we go help? It looks like Vivian Quincy is in trouble."
"A conniving woman like her isn’t worth helping," Jasper Ford said, his voice cold and merciless.
Caden Chandler figured he was right. ’Vivian Quincy schemed with President King to set up the President; she can’t be a good person. She must have caused this mess herself.’
"You’re right, President Ford. But I think I just saw Miss Quincy’s mother."
Jasper Ford’s sharp, handsome brows knitted slightly. "Wanda Quincy?"
Caden Chandler couldn’t help but glance back. His view was blocked by the crowd. He said, puzzled, "It looked like she was talking to Vivian Quincy..."
Jasper Ford suddenly stopped in his tracks.
"President Ford, what’s wrong?" Caden Chandler looked up, confused. Seeing the dark, gloomy expression on Jasper Ford’s handsome face, Caden realized he’d misspoken and quickly tried to backtrack. "I must have been mistaken. How could Fiona Hughes possibly know Vivian Quincy? I must have seen wrong."
Though Caden Chandler’s words were unintentional, they stuck with Jasper Ford. After entering the private room, Jasper casually ordered a coffee, but his mind kept replaying the image of Vivian Quincy’s pale face and her soft, low moans in the hotel that night. ’So exquisite!’
’Just like the girl from six years ago!’
"Don’t mention her in front of me again." Jasper Ford was growing agitated.
Caden Chandler was confused. "Fiona Hughes?"
"Vivian Quincy!" Jasper Ford snapped, his incomparably handsome face frighteningly cold.
Startled, Caden Chandler nodded repeatedly, not daring to speak. He was inwardly baffled. ’The President hired the woman himself, but now we’re not allowed to even mention her? What’s he trying to do?’
’Could it be... the President has taken a liking to Vivian Quincy?’
Caden Chandler was in a bind. "So... should we still give Vivian Quincy special treatment?"
Jasper Ford lifted his eyes. His gaze was so sharp it could kill, and Caden Chandler was instantly silenced.
Perhaps it was the thought of Vivian Quincy’s face that unsettled him. That, combined with his client being late for their meeting, made Jasper Ford completely lose his patience. Without taking a single sip of the freshly delivered coffee, he rose impatiently to leave. As he passed through the main dining hall, he cast a cold glance at the spot where Vivian had been, which was now empty.
"President Ford, I asked around. Vivian Quincy’s boyfriend came, paid for the damages, and took her away," reported Caden Chandler, running up after grabbing a waiter for information.
Jasper Ford’s glacial, deathly stare once again made Caden Chandler’s scalp tingle. He quickly retreated several meters away.
The man spoke four callous words: "Mind your own business."
Caden Chandler nodded repeatedly. "I was wrong, sir."
Jasper Ford snorted coldly. "The work in the warehouse this afternoon—have her do it all by herself."
"Yes, sir!" ’Why do I get the strange feeling the President is jealous?’ Caden Chandler thought. ’No, that can’t be it. How could the President be jealous over a woman like that?’
...
Emerging from the restaurant, Hayden Kaye gripped Vivian Quincy’s hand tightly. His face was ashen with rage, and his furious demeanor drew stares from many passersby.
Vivian Quincy felt deeply uncomfortable. She struggled and said, "Hayden Kaye, let go."
Hearing her use his full name, Hayden Kaye’s expression faltered. "You never used to call me that."
"That was before. Did you need something?" Vivian Quincy took a step back, subtly creating distance between them.
Hayden Kaye looked crestfallen. He gave a bitter smile. "Are you that desperate to get rid of me?"
Vivian Quincy bit her lip, avoiding Hayden Kaye’s intense gaze.
"Forget it. I won’t force you." Hayden Kaye stepped forward, his warm palm gently caressing her cheek. "That must have really hurt, didn’t it? Let’s go to the hospital and get it checked."
"There’s no need. I have to get back to work. Thank you for what you did just now, but I have to go." Vivian Quincy refused Hayden Kaye’s kind offer. When she decided to have Beanie, she knew there was no longer any possibility between her and Hayden.
’Since it’s impossible, why keep getting entangled? Continuing like this will only hurt them both.’
Vivian Quincy walked away quickly, unable to bear the pain in Hayden Kaye’s eyes. She almost fled in a frantic rush.
She ran all the way to Imperium Group and rushed straight into an elevator without looking where she was going, only to have her wrist seized by a powerful hand. The temperature inside the elevator seemed to drop by ten degrees in an instant!
A sharp gaze bore down on her from above. Vivian Quincy looked up while murmuring, "I’m sorry," but when she met the man’s deep, dark eyes, the color drained from her fair face. The immense pressure she felt from him was frightening. She had the strangest feeling she had seen Jasper Ford somewhere before and was so scared she tried to retreat, but the man’s grip on her wrist held fast.
"You..."
Vivian Quincy’s heart hammered against her ribs with anxiety. The man grasped her chin, tilting her face up in a brazen gesture. His warm, domineering breath washed over her fair, slightly flushed cheeks.
’So provocative!’
