Gavin didn't know what Vivian was thinking; he focused only on his own account:

"I only realized I was wrong when you weren't by my side these days, but now that you have your own happiness, it's too late for me to regret it."

As he spoke, Gavin, who had been so submissive before, somehow felt more and more justified, even with a hint of reproach.

I know I'm sorry to you, but... But you shouldn't have let House of Steven take revenge on me either. The company is my life's work. To ruin the company is to ruin me. Vivian, you weren't like this before."

"Oh, I'm afraid I've let Mr. Li down. I'm just like that."

Vivian's high heels stepped on Gavin's leather shoes.

He let go of her hand with a pained sound as he stepped back.

Freed, Vivian gave Gavin a sidelined glance and turned to leave.

She had expected Raymond to make a move on Gavin, but she didn't expect that at Raymond's speed Gavin could walk down the street in such a decent manner.

To become a stray dog, that's what he should have ended up with.

This is what he should be aware of when he betrays her.

And thinking of Raymond, Vivian's heart was calm and undisturbed.

Vivian's reaction, however, made Gavin feel that his guess was correct. He quickly chased after Vivian, scolding her as he walked:

"Did you really do it? No wonder there have been problems with the company's capital chain since you got married. You have several projects in your hands and can't move them. You're looking everywhere for start-up capital, but the banks are not willing to lend."

Gavin pondered for a moment, his words extremely pained. He looked at Vivian with a complicated look and went on, "I heard Raymond doesn't like you. He's raising a woman behind your back..." At this point, he suddenly stopped talking.

The woman she had just seen in Raymond's office flashed through Vivian's mind, and thinking of her current relationship with Raymond, she couldn't help feeling a sense of crisis.

Frowning, she tentatively asked, "What woman? What did you hear?"

Seeing her slightly nervous look, Gavin raised his tone, "It seems that you, Mrs. Steven, aren't doing so well. You've just got married, and Raymond has already started to hide his mistress."

Looking at her, Gavin suddenly gave a meaningful smile, "How about you stay with me? You and Raymond go your separate ways. Isn't that a common thing in your circle? You can also support our common cause well." How much is House of Steven's face worth?

Such shameless words made Vivian burst out laughing. She said with great disdain, "Do you think you're still good enough for me?"

"Vivian, don't go too far! She's just a woman who gets tired of being played with by Raymond, and she really treats herself like a princess."

Gavin clenched his fist in anger at her, the thing he hated most was her overbearing manner. If she hadn't been so tough, he wouldn't have...

"Sorry, I really take myself seriously, get out of the way, haven't you heard of a good dog not blocking the way?"

Vivian was in a terrible state of mind at this moment and was too lazy to talk much nonsense to him. She just said a word and walked straight past Gavin in her high heels, her dashing and resolute back without a hint of nostalgia.

Gavin's feet seemed to be completely out of control of his brain, instinctively driven to move away by Vivian's strong sense of oppression.

It was not until Vivian was far away that he finally came to his senses, as if realizing that he had just lost face, and hurriedly turned to her back and shouted unwillingly:

"You'll regret it, Vivian, don't beg me again!"

Vivian, who had already reached the car, heard Gavin's shout and couldn't help but sneer, with a sneer and mockery in her sharp eyes.

For some people, the greatest blow is not a counterattack but a complete disregard.

Gavin is among them.

He saw Vivian, as if she hadn't heard, still driving away decisively. He was so furious that he had nowhere to vent, so he had to stare and murmur, "Damn it!"

It must be said that his appearance was quite fitting for the image of a well-dressed little man, and there was no sign of the former young talent standing out.

The red Maserati was speeding along the ancient well avenue in Frances, lined with tall and thick French paulownia trees. The thick shade of the trees blocked large patches of afternoon sunlight, and only a few sparse specks of sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, dappled down.

Half of Vivian's cold, beautiful face was soaked in the light, and her dim, indistinct pupils shone with an unusual, proud flame.

Her mind was working at high speed, and today Raymond's attitude, including that woman, was a warning to her. She has been too careless these days since they got married.

Marrying Raymond is not the end of the "war"; on the contrary, it is just the beginning of everything.

Now that she has adjusted her mindset, it's time to think carefully about how to deal with the current deadlock.

Just as Vivian was lost in thought, a huge van suddenly rushed out of the fork.

Vivian didn't see where the truck was coming from at all and had no time to turn the steering wheel.

It was no surprise that the two cars collided, and the force was so strong that Vivian could hardly straighten her back and charged towards the steering wheel.

She was stuck in the middle of her seat by the airbag and couldn't move.

The truck driver was fine. Seeing that he had hit someone, he got out of the car in a panic, his legs going weak and he nearly fell down.

He approached the smoke-emitting sports car, peered through the window and saw a woman lying unconscious on the airbag. He tapped the window and said, "Hey, hey, how are you?" "Wake up."

The drowsy Vivian faintly heard someone calling her and responded softly, but the sound was too soft for the driver to hear at all.

At this moment, Vivian had a severe headache, her limbs were weak, as if all her energy had been drained away, and her mind was wandering around.

Seeing that she didn't respond, the driver, knowing it was a matter of life and death, hurriedly pulled out his phone and dialed 120.

The ambulance arrived quickly, in just 15 minutes.

The nurse and the doctor quickly put the injured Vivian on the stretcher and were about to ask the truck driver if he knew who the patient's family was, but as soon as Vivian's face turned up, a sharp-eyed little nurse screamed:

"Ah! Isn't this Mrs. House of Steven?"

"Who?" The emergency doctor, a middle-aged man, was far less passionate about the gossip of the upper class than the young nurse, so it was only natural that he didn't know Vivian.

"Vivian, Raymond's wife, the president's wife of House of Steven Group!"

Obviously, the doctor's focus was not on this. He directly interrupted the chattering nurse and said concisely, "Then go and contact the patient's family. Time is life and cannot be wasted."

The nurse, having been lectured, stuck out her tongue and tactfully shut her mouth.

By the time the ambulance was activated, the nurse had already found the front desk number of the House of Steven Group.

"Is it the House of Steven Group? This is the First hospital of Frances City. Mrs. Steven has been in a car accident and is being treated. Please inform Mr. Steven to come immediately."