John on the other end of the phone blushed and looked very ugly.

He sensed Vivian's sneer and said, "You stay at home. I'll be here in a moment." Before Vivian could reply, he hung up as if afraid she would refuse him.

John didn't come alone; he had Sophia and Nicole with him.

Vivian had just packed up and put on a light makeup when she heard the butler leading them in.

Sophia, affectionately hooked on John's arm, appeared in Vivian's sight, her charming face carrying the pride of a victor and the magnificence of a rich lady, showing no sign of having been scolded and mended just a few days ago.

She said to Vivian in a very sweet tone, "Vivian, I'm really sorry. I came in such a hurry and didn't bring you anything you like to eat. It's Mom's fault for not thinking it through."

Mom, Mom!

Every time the title came out of Sophia's mouth, Vivian wished to tear her mouth apart.

She's so brazen and shameless to call herself!

It was nothing more than a reminder to Vivian that she, Sophia, was the legitimate wife of House of Johnson.

And Vivian's biological mother has long passed away. Even if she was once Mrs.Johnson, she was not a woman who was replaced by her.

"Ms. Sophia, do you know what I like to eat? Why pretend to be a kind mother here? There are no outsiders here. It's really unnecessary."

She bit the word "Ms. Sophia" hard to make Sophia recognize her identity.

"Sister, you can say Mom like this!"

Nicole, with a slightly crisp voice, hurriedly spoke for her mother, which only highlighted Vivian's capriciousness and arrogance.

"Sister, Dad has been calling all morning and you haven't answered. I just asked the housekeeper uncle and he said you came back early last night! Where did you go last night? How unsafe it is for a woman to be out so late."

Vivian, seeing Nicole competing with her acting skills, was completely too lazy to deal with it and just looked at her mockingly without saying a word.

This uncooperative look left Nicole completely at a loss, so angry that she almost wanted to stomp her feet.

Fortunately Sophia stopped her, "Nicole, stop messing around. Dad is looking for sister today for something important to talk about. Wait until you finish and then get in touch with sister."

John really thinks Nicole is being mischievous. Since Vivian married Raymond, Nicole has been causing him more and more trouble.

But now is not the time to deal with Nicole, John's way of speaking to Vivian is a complete 180-degree turn, and he asks gently:

"Vivian, I heard you've recently taken a stake in a company that Raymond just started."

"Yeah." " In contrast to John's enthusiastic question, Vivian's answer seemed rather casual.

"Vivian, you're a girl from a family. You should focus more on your family and manage your marriage with Raymond instead of spending too much time on your career."

Vivian sensed John's ulterior motives and did not respond, waiting for him to state the purpose of his visit.

John stood up, walked up to her and said softly, "Vivian, why don't you give the shares to the family and Dad will take care of them for you? That way, you can balance your family and career."

John was so shameless that Vivian was taken aback. The situation was far beyond her expectations: "You mean I'll give you my share?"

Thinking Vivian had agreed, John laughed and said, "Just leave it to me to manage. The dividend is yours. You can rest assured." As for the rest, she doesn't want to think about it.

Vivian looked at John as if he were an alien species, "a fairy tale."

"Vivian." John, getting a little impatient, began to coerce, "Don't be so willful, House of Johnson, you'll be fine! Listen to Dad."

Vivian gave a faint smile, her eyes brimming with a natural air of arrogance and a delicate glow, but the words she spoke were filled with contempt and disgust, exuding a strong sense of charm: "The butler sees you off!" I don't want to see the three of them. If they don't leave, call the security guards to get them out."

John had never been so humiliated, and his face was very ugly, bluish and purple. But under the watchful eyes of the butler and the servant, he could only slap the table hard: "No need, we go by ourselves!"

When he reached the door, he glared back at Vivian with a fierce look and said, "It was you who disregarded the father-daughter relationship first. Don't blame me for being unkind in the future. You'll regret it!"

Vivian didn't think much of it and turned her gaze back to the three of them, saying an "oh" in a casual way.

She didn't come to her senses until they were far away.

Raymond had come out of the study at some point, looking sideways at her without saying a word.

This woman really has the ability to drive people crazy.

But that's fine. If she were too weak, she wouldn't be worthy of being his wife.

He heard their conversation clearly in the study. He had thought Vivian would be outnumbered on her own, but she was very powerful. It seemed that he had underestimated her.

"Hehe."

As soon as Vivian finished speaking, she heard a faint, faint laugh, and in the next second, a cold, thin voice rang in her ears.

"You look as beautiful when you're angry as when you're in bed."

Vivian's face was already touched lightly by him, feeling embarrassed.

This man...

Outsiders would be scared to death to know that the fierce Raymond could be so undignified.

John, after being humiliated by Vivian at House of Steven, couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

Moreover, Sophia was whispering in his ear, and he was even more determined to teach that overconfident and naughty girl a good lesson.

He sent Sophia and Nicole home with a cold face, stepped on the accelerator, and the silver Maybach shot out like an arrow, almost brushing against the heels of Sophia and Nicole as they got out of the car.

Nicole's fair face was startled and she couldn't help complaining, "Mom, look at how Dad is driving, he almost knocked us all down!"

Sophia stood under the street lamp with her head down, and even Nicole didn't know that her gaze was freezing at the moment: "That's good. The angrier your father is, the better it is for us."

Nicole didn't quite understand, but knew that her mother was always right.

That's why they can enjoy their current wealth and splendor.

The night grew darker.

In the VIP room of the city's top Imperial Club bar, a small crystal chandelier shone brightly, illuminating the various crystal wine sets placed in the room.

In the center of the box was a full set of Norwegian imported coffee-colored leather sofas, on which John sat with another young man clinking glasses and sipping.

"Mr. John," the man, with a goofy grin on his face, "is there anything I can do for you? If so, don't worry! I'll do it without hesitation!"