A Heaven-sent Sweet Child Falls Asking for Hugs-Chapter 122: I’ll Chop Your Hand Off

Vivian Quincy hesitated for a long time, her eyes staring at the two thick stacks of money in her hand. ’Mrs. King’s words really did hurt me a lot,’ she thought. ’It’s no big deal to take some compensation.’

With that thought, Vivian Quincy took the money and said gravely, "If this is compensation from you, I’ll accept it. But I can’t be sure your wife won’t come after me again. If taking this money gets me into more trouble, I don’t want it. So, you need to give me a written statement."

Jeremy King felt that Vivian Quincy was the most astute woman he had ever met.

’She wants a written statement just for taking two stacks of cash? Just how cautious can a person be?’

Although he found Vivian Quincy to be a hassle, Jeremy King felt it was worth the trouble to bribe one of Jasper Ford’s most capable assistants.

Thinking of what Jasper Ford had done to him a few days ago, Jeremy King seethed with resentment. He readily wrote the statement and handed it to Vivian Quincy. "Will this do, little assistant?"

"Hmph." Vivian Quincy snorted coldly and carefully stuffed everything into her bag. "The bus is here. I have to go."

"Not getting in my car?" Jeremy King asked quickly.

Vivian Quincy shook her head. "No, thank you. I’m going somewhere far."

"Perfect. I just filled up the tank today, so I can give you a ride no matter how far." Jeremy King coaxed and half-tricked Vivian Quincy into the car. ’He wasn’t an idiot. There was no way he’d give her all that money for nothing. He definitely had a motive for seeking her out this time.’

After Vivian Quincy got in the car, Jeremy King immediately started asking about Jasper Ford’s recent activities.

Vivian Quincy recalled that Jasper Ford knew everything she had said during her first meeting with Jeremy King. She suspected there might be one of Jasper’s people around him. She looked around, but besides the two of them, there was only a driver in the car. ’Could the driver be the informant? It doesn’t seem likely.’

Lost in thought, Vivian Quincy finally spoke after a long silence. "I think it’s best if you don’t talk to me."

"Why?" Jeremy King was surprised.

Vivian Quincy said, "Jasper Ford started suspecting me ever since your wife came looking for me last time. That’s why I haven’t been able to access any of the company’s core information these past few days. Although I can still occasionally attend meetings, they’re all about useless things like company rules and regulations."

In short, it was all Mrs. King’s fault.

Jeremy King could also hear the hint of anger in Vivian Quincy’s words and frowned. "So that’s how it is."

"So you’d better not look for me for a while. It’s useless even if you do," Vivian Quincy said seriously.

Jeremy King smiled. "It’s fine. I have plenty of time. I can wait." After speaking, while Vivian Quincy wasn’t paying attention, he tried to put his hand on her thigh...

The girl’s delicate brows shot up. She glared at him, her exquisite face growing colder by the second!

Jeremy King gave an awkward laugh and pulled his hand back. "Look at that. My restless hands are at it again."

"President King, you’d best fix that habit of yours when you’re with me. Otherwise, you’ll never be able to take down Jasper Ford." A faint smile graced Vivian Quincy’s clean, pretty face.

The implication was clear: ’If you want to take on Jasper Ford, you’d better show me some respect. I’m not like those other bimbos out there!’

Her words made Jeremy King feel a bit awkward.

They had arrived. It was the Ford Family estate.

Jeremy King was very surprised but didn’t ask any questions.

After dropping Vivian Quincy off, he had the driver leave.

Vivian Quincy hadn’t even gotten close to the Ford Family’s main gate when the guard eagerly opened it. Vivian was a little surprised. ’The Fords’ staff have such good memories. They actually recognize me.’ Just as she was about to thank him, she heard a car horn honk behind her.

A black car slowly drove in.

Vivian Quincy quickly moved aside to make way. Blinking her big, beautiful eyes, she saw Jasper Ford sitting inside as the car brushed past her. His sharp side profile was like a perfectly carved block of ice—beautiful, yet ice-cold.

"Asshole!" Vivian Quincy couldn’t help but mutter.

The car in front of her suddenly stopped.

Caden Chandler, in the driver’s seat, poked his head out and said to Vivian Quincy, "Quincy, the President says you should say it louder."

"Huh?" Vivian Quincy froze, suddenly flustered. "Say what louder? I don’t know what you mean."

Caden Chandler said, "What you just said."

"I... didn’t say anything!" Vivian Quincy bit her thin lip, denying it firmly.

Caden Chandler pulled his head back in. It was unclear what he said to Jasper Ford, but the car continued on its way.

Vivian Quincy quickened her pace. She had to get Beanie before Jasper Ford went inside!

Vivian Quincy ran very fast. The Ford Family was very particular about status and hierarchy. Whenever Jasper Ford was present, the master had to enter first. As a mere assistant, Vivian Quincy had no right to go in before him.

She stood there motionlessly like a little wooden doll, waiting, her eyes flickering with a complicated expression.

When Jasper Ford walked past her, Vivian Quincy could clearly feel a sinister, cold aura pressing down on her.

"Caden, you can head back first." It was the same line as last time.

Jasper Ford walked ahead, not even sparing Vivian Quincy a glance.

Vivian Quincy held back for a moment, then summoned her courage, stepped inside, and followed behind Jasper Ford.

"Young Master, Quincy." The butler greeted them with a smile.

Vivian Quincy said, "Hello, Butler. Where’s Beanie? I’m here to take him home."

"He’s in the playroom upstairs right now. I’ll take Quincy there," the butler offered hospitably.

Jasper Ford shot the butler a displeased glance and said, "Go prepare dinner." His icy gaze shifted to Vivian Quincy. "As for you," the man said, "come with me."

’What does the President want?’ Vivian Quincy grew very tense.

Jasper Ford didn’t speak. His whole body radiated a noble, cold aura that was impossible to ignore, and even harder to resist.

Vivian Quincy felt that walking with Jasper Ford right now was like signing her own death warrant!

’She wanted to run. She really, really wanted to run for it!’

"Think about your legs before you run," the man walking in front said abruptly.

Vivian Quincy froze in terror. ’Is he a demon? Can he hear what I’m thinking? What kind of ability is that?!’

Vivian Quincy grew even more frightened. She didn’t dare to move a muscle. She looked around for help, but although there were many servants, not a single one paid her any mind. In despair, Vivian Quincy could only brace herself and follow him.

Step by step, she walked into the man’s room.

The moment Jasper Ford closed the door, Vivian Quincy felt as if her breathing had stopped.

Her eyes flickered, and her small hands couldn’t help but nervously fidget with the fabric of her pants. ’So nervous.’

"What’s in the bag?" the man demanded, looking down at her condescendingly.

Vivian Quincy clutched her bulging bag and said in a small voice, "Nothing."

"Vivian Quincy, believe it or not, I’ll chop your hands off," Jasper Ford said, his gaze icy.

Vivian Quincy raised her head. "How did I provoke you now?"

"Open the bag!" the man commanded again.

Vivian Quincy snapped, "Fine, I’ll open it. Here. Look all you want. Have you seen enough?"

"Where did the money come from?" Jasper Ford’s eyes narrowed dangerously.

Vivian Quincy retorted, "Well, it’s not from you, and it’s not from your company. What business is it of yours?"