A Heaven-sent Sweet Child Falls Asking for Hugs-Chapter 159: Tear Her Face to Shreds

Vivian Quincy was mortified. She was extremely reluctant to sit next to Jasper Ford, especially after he had made his intentions clear. She felt that even being near him was a mistake. The moment she got even a little closer, she felt like he might just devour her whole.

Without a doubt, she wanted to escape!

Acting on instinct, Vivian Quincy reached for the passenger door handle.

Justin Landon said irritably, "Get in the back."

"I’m fine in the passenger seat," Vivian Quincy said, blushing slightly. She stole a glance at Jasper Ford, whose gaze was piercingly cold. ’I want to cry! I don’t want to sit with him!’

Justin Landon couldn’t care less what Vivian wanted. He locked the front door. Left with no other choice, Vivian could only get into the back. After shutting the door, she pressed herself against it, keeping as much distance from Jasper Ford as possible.

The silent Jasper Ford didn’t say a word, but his taciturn demeanor was inexplicably intimidating, making the atmosphere tense and uncomfortable.

The window was down, and the wind was strong. Feeling a little cold, Vivian Quincy couldn’t help but cough a few times.

"Close the window," a cold voice suddenly commanded from within the car.

Justin Landon, who was driving, couldn’t help but tease, "Jasper, since when did you become so considerate? Looks like this little assistant is someone special to have caught your eye."

Vivian Quincy’s cheeks flushed, and she quickly turned her face away.

Justin Landon burst out laughing. "What’s there to be shy about, little assistant? I’m right, aren’t I?"

"Please, President Landon, don’t make fun of me. I’m just an employee," Vivian Quincy finally couldn’t help but retort.

Justin Landon nodded. "Right, right, you’re right. You’re just an employee, I didn’t say a thing. But is accompanying the president to a nightclub part of an assistant’s job description?"

"That’s only because—" ’Because that bastard Jasper Ford forced me!’

Vivian subconsciously wanted to curse him out loud, but the man’s aura was too powerful. She simply didn’t have the guts to provoke him. After a hollow laugh, she forced herself to swallow her words and turned to look away.

’This is so humiliating!’

Justin Landon could tell the young woman hadn’t come willingly.

’That old dog Jasper, actually resorting to force. No wonder the girl doesn’t like him.’

They arrived at the club, parked the car, and went inside together.

The general manager of Nightfall personally came out to greet Jasper Ford, terrified of showing the slightest disrespect. He had arranged the club’s grandest welcoming ceremony, with the most beautiful hostesses lined up neatly in two rows.

"Welcome, President Ford."

The general manager approached with a smile. "This way, President Ford."

Jasper Ford’s expression was indifferent, but Justin Landon was annoyed. He was the one who had booked the table, yet the manager only had eyes for Jasper Ford. ’Is Jasper the only rich man in all of Crestfall?’

’So disrespectful!’

Justin Landon let out a deliberate, cold snort, hoping to get the manager’s attention. But the moment the manager saw Jasper Ford, he had eyes for no one else. He was so busy fawning over Jasper that he paid no mind at all to the other wealthy young master in the room.

’Infuriating!’

Justin Landon gritted his teeth in anger, feeling as if he’d just been slapped across the face.

The club was loud, the atmosphere electric.

Vivian Quincy hated places like this; in fact, she was terrified of them. Her face was deathly pale as she walked inside. Knowing Jasper Ford wouldn’t care what happened to her, she turned to Justin Landon. "President Landon, I’d like to go home. You guys have fun."

"You just got here. What’s the rush?" Justin Landon grabbed Vivian’s arm to stop her from leaving.

Vivian said, "I don’t feel well. I’d like to head back."

Justin Landon assumed she was just making an excuse and refused. He even called over two men to escort Vivian to their table, telling her to order whatever she wanted to eat and not to worry about a thing, as he would be paying.

"I really don’t feel well," Vivian insisted.

"What’s wrong? Isn’t this place great? How could you not feel well? Little assistant, don’t embarrass me now. You follow Jasper everywhere else just fine, so why is it you suddenly ’don’t feel well’ here?" After saying his piece, Justin felt that forcibly keeping her there was going a bit too far, so he called Jasper Ford over.

One sharp look from the man, and Vivian truly didn’t dare to say another word.

She sullenly followed the man forward.

Justin Landon had booked a small booth. It wasn’t the quietest spot, nor the most crowded, but it had an excellent view. With just a glance, one could see the people dancing energetically on the floor below—an eyeful of long, barely-covered legs.

’This must be what men like to watch most, huh?’

Vivian found such men disgusting and subconsciously disliked them. She was about to lump Jasper Ford in with them, but when she looked up, she realized his gaze wasn’t on the beautiful dancers at all. Instead, it was on...

The hand she had wrapped around her teacup trembled slightly. A sudden panic seized her.

She instinctively dodged Jasper Ford’s intense gaze and shuffled closer to Justin Landon.

Justin Landon said, "Why are you getting so close to me? Kimberly will get angry if she sees this. Go over by Jasper, quick."

Vivian Quincy: ???

She was completely bewildered.

Before she could react, she was yanked over. She couldn’t tell if Justin Landon did it on purpose, but it was bad enough that he shoved her—he shoved her directly at Jasper Ford!

Caught completely off guard, she landed right on the man’s long, straight legs. Terrified to the point of tears, Vivian scrambled to get up.

"Master Landon, would you like a Princess?" the manager asked with a smile as he approached.

Justin Landon said, "None for me, but... Jasper, with such a beautiful little assistant here, do you still need company?"

Jasper Ford held Vivian down as she tried to scramble off his lap. "No need," he said in a low voice.

"You heard him. A bottle of your best Lafite, plus some snacks and a fruit platter," Justin Landon said, leaning back lazily on the sofa. With a smirk, he picked up his phone and secretly snapped a photo.

Kimberly had few hobbies in life, but her absolute favorite was provoking Wanda Quincy. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

This picture, with Vivian Quincy’s head resting on Jasper Ford’s lap, was enough to make anyone’s imagination run wild.

Less than a minute after the photo was sent, Jasper Ford’s phone rang. He didn’t answer. A moment later, Justin Landon’s phone rang. On the other end, Wanda Quincy sounded like she had swallowed a stick of dynamite, demanding, "Who is that woman on Jasper’s lap!"

Justin Landon chuckled drily. "What was that, President Quincy? I can’t quite hear you."

"What’s the meaning of that photo you just sent me? Don’t you dare pretend you don’t know what’s going on! Where is Jasper right now? Why isn’t he answering my calls?" Wanda Quincy demanded frantically.

Justin Landon said, "How should I know? Don’t ask me. I just happened to snap that picture. You can see where he is and what he’s doing for yourself, so I don’t need to spell it out for you, do I? Anything else? If not, I’m hanging up."

"Justin Landon, he’s my fiancé! How can you just stand by and watch him be led astray!" Wanda Quincy demanded furiously.

Listening to her hysterical roaring, Justin felt like Wanda was about to jump through the phone and kill someone. ’If Kimberly knew how furious she was, she’d probably die laughing.’ And so, Justin Landon said, "Ask Kimberly."

"Kimberly Shaw, why is it her again? Will she just die if she doesn’t mess with me for one day!" Wanda Quincy slammed the phone down and rushed downstairs. Tonight, she was going to find that bitch on Jasper Ford’s lap and rip her face to shreds!