A Heaven-sent Sweet Child Falls Asking for Hugs-Chapter 53: Not Romantic at All

Vivian Quincy was stunned by what Jasper Ford said!

’What is he trying to do!’

Her eyes flew open, and her delicate hands, gripping the steering wheel, trembled nervously. Vivian Quincy swallowed hard and asked, "What are you planning to do to me, President?"

The man chuckled softly. His voice, warm and pleasant, was utterly captivating, yet it made Vivian Quincy’s scalp tingle with dread. For a moment, she wanted to flee, but the man shot her an icy glare. His arrogant, high-and-mighty expression seemed to say, ’Go on, run.’

Lacking the courage, Vivian Quincy froze. Pouting resentfully, she followed Jasper Ford into the mall. He bought a mountain of things and made her carry them all. Before long, she was laden with bags big and small, and passersby couldn’t help but stare.

"Oh my god, that guy is so clueless."

"He’s making his girlfriend carry all that by herself? That’s so harsh."

"But he’s so handsome. If my boyfriend looked like that, I wouldn’t just carry his things—I’d get on my knees and call him daddy if he asked."

The group of girls swooned over Jasper Ford, their eyes practically turning into hearts.

Vivian Quincy puffed out her cheeks unhappily, dawdling as she tried to keep up with Jasper Ford. She walked very slowly; there were simply too many things for one person to carry!

"Hurry up." Jasper Ford was clearly displeased with her. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

A girl exclaimed, "Oh my god, even his voice is gorgeous! How can such a perfect man exist? Wow, I love him! He’s exactly like one of those powerful CEOs from a comic book! I’m obsessed!"

As Jasper Ford hurried her along, Vivian Quincy had to listen to the fangirls’ mindless chatter. ’Are they blind?’ she wondered. ’How could they possibly fall for a man as scheming and detestable as Jasper Ford!’

Suppressing her indignation, she followed Jasper Ford out of the mall and stuffed the mountain of shopping boxes into the trunk.

"Where to?" she asked unhappily.

Jasper Ford said, "The Morgan Estate."

Vivian Quincy opened her map app and followed the navigation. After a winding drive, she finally stopped outside a magnificent manor and followed Jasper Ford inside.

Autumn Morgan spotted Jasper Ford at once. "President Ford," she said with a smile, "you’re quite early today."

Jasper Ford’s eternally icy expression finally softened a fraction. "I brought you some gifts."

Autumn Morgan’s gaze fell on Vivian Quincy. She smiled sweetly. "You didn’t have to bring gifts, just coming is enough. And so many, too." She paused, then asked, "President Ford, why didn’t you bring President Quincy? And this is?"

"My assistant," Jasper Ford replied simply.

Autumn Morgan, who had been curious, asked no more questions and warmly invited Jasper Ford to take a seat.

The Morgan Family held a high position in Crestfall. They were also renowned philanthropists with a strong reputation in their circles, often hosting charity galas to raise funds for the poor. Many wealthy people eager to bolster their public image loved attending the galas hosted by the Morgan family.

Unsurprisingly, many people had come today.

Including Jasper Ford, nearly half of Crestfall’s most prominent families were present, and they had all taken their seats.

Autumn Morgan smiled and led Jasper Ford to his assigned seat, saying, "President Ford, this is your seat. Quincy, you can sit here."

Vivian Quincy nodded, murmured her thanks, and sat down. Then she said to Jasper Ford, "President Ford, my father wants to discuss something with you. Do you have a moment to come with me?"

"You wait here." Jasper Ford rose gracefully, and after giving Vivian Quincy the order, he left with Autumn Morgan.

The two of them entered the Morgans’ main house and went up to an open-air balcony on the second floor. Standing there, they had a clear view of the guest seating area not far away, as well as the various industry leaders who had come to the estate for the auction.

"Jeremy King is here too." With no one else around, Autumn Morgan pointed to a middle-aged man smoking in the designated smoking area in the distance. "He just got back to Crestfall yesterday. I hear he’s planning to compete with Imperium Group for the Southbend District project. Before he makes a move, he’ll definitely try to get information from your assistants and secretaries."

Meanwhile, Vivian Quincy was sitting alone in the guest area.

She had come in with Jasper Ford, so everyone knew she was with him.

Anyone with an interest in Jasper Ford would surely take this opportunity, while he was away, to approach her and fish for information. But there was one person who wouldn’t: Jeremy King. He had offended Jasper Ford in the past, so upon seeing someone associated with Jasper, he would either run or at least keep his distance.

"What do you think? Will Jeremy King go over and strike up a conversation with your little assistant right now?" Autumn Morgan asked with a laugh, watching the scene below with great interest.

Backlit by the light, Jasper Ford rested his hands lazily on the low wall. His thin, sensual lips were pressed into a line. "What are you getting at?"

"You have a mole," Autumn Morgan said very seriously.

Jasper Ford showed no surprise at her words. He let out a noncommittal "Mm" and asked, "Anything else?"

"That’s all. I just want to test everyone to find out who the mole is." Autumn Morgan toyed with the wine glass in her hand, peering through it at the blurry yet familiar figures below. "Your company’s recruitment last month revealed your hand, causing you to lose the bid. I’m sure it was an internal leak."

"You don’t need to worry about my affairs," Jasper Ford rebuked, his expression darkening.

Autumn Morgan pouted. "Who wants to meddle in your business!"

Annoyed by Jasper Ford, she turned to leave, but a movement in the corner of her eye caught her attention. Jeremy King, who had been smoking in the corner, suddenly stubbed out his cigarette and started walking toward Vivian Quincy. Autumn pointed at the scene. "He’s going over! See, what did I tell you!"

...

Most people who came to the charity gala arrived in pairs. A major lecher like Jeremy King would spot a lone girl at first glance.

Especially when Vivian Quincy was so beautiful!

Her form-fitting black-and-white uniform accentuated her graceful curves, outlining her alluring figure. Even through the fabric, one could tell she had a smoking hot body.

Jeremy King approached with a greedy, lecherous smirk. "Little lady, why are you all alone?"

Vivian Quincy glanced around, and after confirming he was speaking to her, she asked, "Are you talking to me?"

"That’s right. Who did you... come with?" Jeremy King could tell Vivian Quincy was likely someone’s assistant. He brazenly ogled her figure and couldn’t help but swallow.

Vivian Quincy frowned in disgust, but out of politeness, she refrained from cursing him out. "Can I help you?" she asked.

"Nothing important. I just saw you sitting here all by your lonesome and wanted to chat about life," Jeremy King said as he walked over to Jasper Ford’s seat and sat down.

Vivian Quincy put out a hand to stop him. "This is our president’s seat. Please move."

Jeremy King seized the opportunity to grab her small, pale hand. "Who’s your president?" he said slickly. "He’s got good taste, finding such a smart and capable assistant. How much does he pay you? Why don’t you come work for my company?"

As he spoke, Jeremy King’s disgusting, groping hand slid down Vivian Quincy’s pale, delicate hand and gave it a light squeeze. Her skin was unbelievably good. He loved the feel of a young girl’s smooth body, and the greed in his eyes was impossible to hide.

Upstairs, the air around Jasper Ford turned dangerously cold as he watched the scene unfold. His pitch-black eyes were suddenly tinged with red.

Autumn Morgan smiled, enjoying the show. "It seems they really do know each other. President Ford, you should hurry down there, before all your company’s secrets get leaked."