A Heaven-sent Sweet Child Falls Asking for Hugs-Chapter 151: A Big Slap for the President

Beanie wanted to go with Vivian Quincy, but Jasper Ford left him behind.

Vivian Quincy was an adult, so she was easy to deal with.

As for Beanie...

Jasper Ford had no intention of doing anything to the little wisecracker.

Along the way, Vivian Quincy didn’t dare to speak, doing her best to make herself inconspicuous. However, the deathly chill emanating from behind her didn’t diminish. In the silent, oppressive environment, it felt even more terrifying...

Vivian Quincy regretted it. ’I shouldn’t have egged him on just now,’ she thought. ’I should have let Beanie handle it himself.’

’Great. The demon king has been dealt with, but it looks like he’s about to unleash all his fury on me.’

WAHHH...

’I really want to cry.’

Vivian Quincy swallowed hard, trying to remain calm. Fortunately, Jasper Ford hadn’t tormented her in the car. But once they arrived at the company, just as she’d expected, he assigned her an impossible amount of work. To make matters worse, he demanded it be done within three hours. Vivian Quincy felt a wave of despair wash over her.

RING RING RING...

Her phone rang. It was Anna. Vivian Quincy answered. "Anna, what’s up?"

Anna’s voice was grave. "Vivian, I need to tell you something."

Vivian’s expression immediately sobered. "What’s wrong?"

"You know how we got hit yesterday? Well, Zachary Thornton went to look into that drunk driver to get some justice for me. It was supposed to be a quick check," Anna said, her voice dropping to a serious tone after a rhetorical question. "But guess what he found? That driver was staking out the area near our restaurant long before the accident."

In other words, the driver had likely targeted Vivian Quincy long ago. He had deliberately tailed her and gotten himself drunk before making his move, all as a way to evade full responsibility.

If you kill someone while driving drunk, it’s just considered vehicular manslaughter. The sentence wouldn’t be that long...

"Are you saying it was attempted murder?" Vivian Quincy’s voice turned cold.

Anna said, "It’s a strong possibility, but we have no proof. I haven’t offended anyone over the years, so it’s unlikely anyone would want to kill me. But you..."

"Wanda Quincy." Vivian Quincy said the name without a moment’s hesitation.

She was the prime suspect and had the strongest motive.

Of course, besides Wanda Quincy, there was one other person: Mrs. King, Jeremy King’s wife.

Those two were the most likely to want to harm her.

Vivian Quincy asked, "Who else knows about this?"

"Just me and Zachary Thornton. I haven’t told anyone else, since we don’t have all the facts yet." Anna was afraid of tipping off the culprit. If someone was really after Vivian, broadcasting the suspicion would not only fail to help but could also put her in greater danger.

Vivian Quincy breathed a sigh of relief. "I’ll investigate this thoroughly."

"How are you going to investigate? You have no power, no influence, and no backing. I think you should just let it go. What if Jasper Ford finds out you’re investigating his fiancée? He’d skin you alive!" Anna shuddered, feeling that it was best to stay as far away from men like Jasper Ford as possible.

Then a thought occurred to Anna, and she suddenly asked, "By the way, where did he take you last night after dropping me home? The Ford residence?"

Vivian Quincy’s cheeks flushed as she stammered out a denial, "No."

"Five seconds! It took you five seconds to answer! You’re definitely lying. Jasper Ford took you home with him, didn’t he?" Anna demanded loudly.

Vivian looked mortified, shaking her head in denial. "He really didn’t."

"That’s it, Vivian. You’re starting to lie to me. Don’t tell me you’ve been bewitched by that man who’s all looks and no substance," Anna said, feeling there was more to the story.

Vivian suddenly fell silent. ’The more I say, the more I’ll reveal,’ she thought. ’And with Anna’s talent for digging up dirt, she’s bound to find out that Jasper pinned me to the bed and kissed me last night.’

’If Anna found out about something like that, she’d drag a whole army of relatives to his door and demand he take responsibility!’

"Answer me! Vivian Quincy, you’ve gotten bold, haven’t you? You’ve only been his assistant for a few days and you’re already lying to me! Am I not your best friend anymore?!" Anna’s voice grew increasingly louder.

Vivian quickly explained, "It’s not what you think! I slept at Jasper Ford’s house last night, but I didn’t sleep *with* him."

"Then who did you sleep with?" Anna demanded.

Vivian replied, "Beanie, of course! Who else would it be?"

Anna thought for a moment and decided that made sense. "Alright, I’ll believe you for now. But you need to be more careful. Don’t let some player trick you into bed. The world is full of scumbags these days, so you have to protect your virtue, you hear me?"

After a pause, Anna, still worried, added, "And if Jasper Ford really does try to make a move on you, make him break off his engagement with Wanda Quincy and get engaged to you instead. He’d be getting a son out of the deal for free—it’s not a bad bargain for him."

Vivian felt she couldn’t continue this conversation. Even she knew that was impossible.

’Besides, Jasper Ford hates me!’

’Just this morning, I saw him throw the clothes I wore last night into the trash. He did it right in front of my face. It’s painfully obvious how much he despises me.’

By the time Vivian Quincy finished all her work, it was already lunchtime. Everyone else had gone to the cafeteria, and she was about to join them when Jasper Ford summoned her to his office.

"Are the files I asked for finished?" he asked.

Vivian Quincy shook her head. "Not yet."

"Then where do you think you’re going?" Jasper Ford’s voice was sharp.

Vivian pouted and mumbled, "To eat."

"You think you can eat when your work isn’t finished?" The powerful aura he exuded was intensely oppressive.

Vivian retorted, "So I can’t eat just because I’m not done? You gave me a workload that would take ten people to complete. At this rate, it’ll take me ten days and nights to sort it all out. If I don’t eat now, am I supposed to just wait here and starve to death?"

’She wasn’t going to put up with Jasper Ford’s foul temper!’

The young woman lifted her chin, her expression a mixture of pride and defiance.

Jasper Ford let out a soft chuckle. He stood up and walked, step by deliberate step... toward Vivian Quincy.

Vivian sensed something was wrong and immediately backed away, but it was too late to run. With a sharp CLICK, the man shut the office door. One long, slender hand pulled the blinds down, completely obscuring the window. No one outside could see a thing, and the Vivian trapped inside had no time to cry for help!

’What do I do?’

’What do I do now?’

Vivian’s mind was in turmoil. Suddenly, she looked up. "Mr. Ford, I just remembered there was an issue with one of the contracts. I’ll go get it for you right now."

The man shot his left arm out, blocking the door. Vivian ran right into it, wincing in pain. It was a pitiful sight!

’She was furious, but she didn’t dare say a word!’

She stumbled back a few steps and forced a laugh while rubbing her forehead, unaware that her smile looked more pained than if she had been crying.

Jasper Ford smirked coldly. "Go on, run. Aren’t you good at running?"

"Mr. Ford, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have opened my big mouth this morning and gotten you scolded." Vivian tugged on Jasper’s sleeve, her face scrunching up as if she were about to burst into tears.

Jasper gripped her chin. "What’s with the act? Your acting is so shoddy, they wouldn’t even cast you as an extra for free."

Vivian’s lip twitched. ’Could his tongue be any more venomous?’

"Maybe no one wants me as an extra, but if *you* were an extra, you’d probably get beaten up! The director would take one look at that stone-cold face of yours and be the first in line to slap you!"