People not far away all looked over, and after figuring out what had happened, they all looked at Vivian in astonishment.

"Never let me hear you mention grandpa again! Otherwise, there's no need for this mouth!"

Vivian was as cold as frost, constantly exuding a piercing air that showed her rage.

Just now, in the presence of all the nobles of Frances, she overturned the table.

Some of the soup spilled on her.

Despite this, she was still noble and inviolable. What was supposed to be the behavior of a scoundrel was done by her in a very carefree manner.

Nicole, on the contrary, fell to the ground in a rather disheveled manner, her clothes stained.

"You... You, how dare you do this to me!"

Nicole was both angry and annoyed in her heart. Her misty, beautiful eyes looked pitifully at Vivian, looking so pitiful.

"So what?"

Vivian raised her chin with pride and gave a mischievous, fierce smile.

She always did.

"! Snap!

A clear and loud voice, accompanied by someone's furious voice, once again shocked everyone present.

John's trembling fingers toward Vivian, "how much more face are you going to bring to House of Johnson? Do you think no one can control you just because your grandpa is dead?"

As soon as she heard the word "grandpa," Vivian raised her head sharply, her sharp eyes tinged with grief and unquenchable rage.

The corners of Vivian's lips curled up slowly, and a face that was breathtakingly beautiful became even more alluring.

Her expression was as cold as ever, like pure and crystal-clear snow, without any vulgarity.

"Mr. John, I am now Mrs. Steven."

Even if she was sad, she would never show it in front of these people.

Raymond, who was standing behind John, had a sudden flash of light in his eyes, and a faint smile in his unfathomable gaze.

"It's such a joyous day, Mr. John, please keep quiet."

Raymond stepped forward, his voice neither too loud nor too soft, but with an air of authority.

It was more like a command than an exhortation.

"Yes, yes, yes, you are right."

John was first choked by Vivian and was about to get angry when he heard Raymond's voice and hurriedly smiled.

Under normal circumstances, he would have been called Mr.Steven, but now this kind of address brought the two closer, and those who were concerned were lost in thought.

"Thank you, Raymond."

As Raymond passed by, Vivian curled her lips slightly and smiled back at him like an ordinary wife trusting her husband.

No matter what, she will never let outsiders laugh at her.

Her upturned little face had not lost any color because of the five extra fingerprints.

Dressed in a snow-white wedding dress, she looked even more like a proud and holy swan.

"Didn't you just say that you are already Mrs. Steven, my wife?"

Raymond's eyes darkened as he looked at Vivian's red face, and the word "Mrs. Steven" was bitten very hard.

His eyes pierced through John's body like a cold knife, leaving the handsome Mr. John with deep regret.

If he had known Raymond had really had a crush on Vivian, he would never have been so impulsive.

Only Vivian detected the threat in Raymond's words, but she didn't regret it. She would have done it all over again.

Some of the scales are dead at the slightest touch!

Like a considerate husband who settled Vivian in a quiet place, Raymond turned and went downstairs.

Vivian looked in the direction of his departure. In the bright sun, her tall and slender figure paced with a halo but looked somewhat lonely. There was no joy of a new marriage in him, but rather he was out of place in the noisy crowd.

Raymond himself tidied up the mess, and no one dared to be disrespectful, and soon the atmosphere became lively again.

Everyone was chatting and laughing merrily, as if nothing had happened.

It was late at night, but Raymond was still chatting with a few old friends, and tired Vivian had to drive back to rest by herself.

She had no complaints about it. The deep affection in the eyes of outsiders was only known to the two of them, not to mention that she had made him lose face today.

The more the car went into the suburbs, the more desolate the surroundings seemed. News reports on the radio depicted the farce at today's wedding banquet in great detail, highlighting that Raymond doted on his wife and became a slave to her in an instant after marriage.

Vivian listened with a smile but said nothing.

When the car stopped in front of House of Steven, sharp-eyed servants rushed up to open the door for Vivian.

They didn't take the sudden appearance of the "lady" to heart, after all, their master was the cold-hearted Raymond!

But what happened at the wedding today had spread all over the city of Frances, and now few House of Steven dared to ignore Vivian, fearing that the young lady might do something to them if she was not satisfied.

After all, not only did Raymond not blame Vivian, but he himself cleaned up the mess for her...

"Where is my room?"

"Vivian asked indifferently.

"Madam, first room on the second floor."

The maid lowered her head and replied respectfully.

Vivian pushed open the first room on the second floor and went in.

The curtains of the room were all drawn and it was dark.

She turned on the light and saw the layout of the room clearly.

The decoration is simple yet grand, and the entire room is in pure black tones.

A few precious abstract paintings are hung on the wall and a vintage lamp is placed beside the bed.

It's clearly a place where people live.

Vivian frowned slightly.

This room should be Raymond's. Does she have to share a room with him?

"Is this Raymond's room?"

Vivian turned around, only to find that the servant had left.

She frowned unhappily.

The gloomy decoration style of the room was so unpleasant to look at. How could she bear it? Not to mention living with a strange man!

She wanted to go downstairs to find the butler to arrange a new room for her, but she turned and threw herself into a strong bosom, her nose rubbing against the man's clothes and smelling a distinctive body scent.

Vivian let out a "ouch" in pain.

Is this man impregnable?

She looked up at the visitor with a resentful gaze.

She met a cold, handsome face.

A pair of deep, dark eyes without a shred of emotion, thick eyebrows raised slightly, and thin lips pursed unhappily.

Vivian looked at Raymond in shock and hurriedly came out of his arms.

"Why are you here?"

Before Vivian could speak, Raymond asked.

There was a cold light in his eyes, as if there was a hint of confusion, and Vivian felt icy cold all over.

Looking at his handsome face like ice sculpture, Vivian pursed her lips and said, "The servant brought me here. I didn't know this was your room. Leave at once."

"Oh?" So if you don't live with me, where do you want to live?"

"Of course it's the guest room."

Vivian spoke as a matter of course, and only then did she realize that she seemed to have said something wrong.

When she met Raymond's unfathomable black eyes, Vivian's expression remained the same, but her heart gave a jolt.

"This is our second meeting."

Vivian explained that she knew her identity, but acceptance would take a process.

Raymond's presence was so powerful that even though she was always domineering, she couldn't help but feel a bit weak in front of him.

Intuition tells Vivian that this man in front of her is dangerous!