When I woke up the next day, it was past afternoon.

Vivian found that the bedding, the sheets, and even the pajamas had been changed, but Raymond was nowhere to be seen.

She got up, feeling a pain in her joints, and couldn't help feeling depressed.

It was supposed to be something both of them enjoyed. How could she be in such a bad state while Raymond could go to work properly?

In front of the mirror, Vivian felt too embarrassed to go out.

Her brow furrowed, and she looked at the sudden streaks of pink on her neck and body. She was helpless.

It took Vivian a lot of time to cover up all the marks.Thinking the culprit last night, she was so angry that she couldn't stop beating.

God knows she's going to see Richard this afternoon, looking like this...

Raymond, whom she had been complaining about, was already on the plane to France.

Negotiating with France's biggest energy company was a long-planned itinerary for him.

No one knows if Raymond had any hesitation when he left the tent this morning. Only Jack sensed it.

The president showed up half an hour later than usual.

When Vivian came down the stairs, she saw the old manager beaming with joy.

"Madam, the black chicken soup that the master specially instructed me to make for you should be well nourished."

Thinking of Raymond's cold look before he left home today, the old butler who had watched him grow up couldn't help shaking his head.

His husband is good in every way, but he is just a bit awkward at times.

How can you make others feel cared if you don't speak out?

To this, Vivian could only smile.

She appreciated the old manager's kindness, but she didn't believe that a cold man like Raymond would care about her so much.

Even if he did say such a thing, he probably wouldn't want to embarrass the lady of House of Steven, would he?

Shaking her head irritably, Vivian refused to allow herself to think about that man again.

The most important thing today is the meeting with Richard.

Whether or not to get Richard's support will determine the gallery's future.

Vivian has to take it seriously.

To avoid being spotted by sharp-eyed people, Vivian had to change her usual noble and minimalist Western style.

She picked out a casual cheongsam with a stand-up collar, which outlined her graceful body curves in an air of elegance that could only be admired from afar and not touched.

A truly sharp-eyed person, however, cannot be easily fooled.

For example, Rose.

"Yo!" Rose, looking at Vivian's laid-back appearance, was on the verge of whistling.

Vivian was not ashamed at all. She just rolled on the sheets with her legal husband and there was nothing to hide deliberately.

It was just her flushed ears that exposed her not-so-generous state of mind.

The dinner appointment with Richard was in the evening, so the time wasn't too tight and Vivian was able to have a good rest.

She had already memorized Richard's information by now, and the mysterious art dealer perfectly confirmed one sentence:

A painter who doesn't do business is not a good manager.

Born into an artistic family, he has won numerous honors in the world of Chinese painting since childhood, but he studied finance at university and even master's degree. After graduation, he threw himself into the art circulation field and made a big splash.

What was even more controversial was his way of doing things - not being close to women, and several times he was suspected of having problems with his body or sexual orientation.

Although Richard has not been exposed in many photos, Vivian has attached a very close-up photo of him to her documents.

A strikingly handsome face, even more beautiful than a woman.

If it weren't for Rose's matchmaking, Vivian wouldn't have expected her small gallery to be able to bring in such a genius.

But Vivian suddenly burst into laughter.

If the two of them could join forces, perhaps the sky of domestic art would change in the future.

When Vivian arrived at the Hilton Hotel, Richard had already arrived!

This made Vivian a little embarrassed. "Mr. Richard, I'm sorry, I'm late."

To everyone's surprise, Richard was rather kind, quite different from what was rumored to be inhumane.

"Mrs. Steven, I've long heard of you." Richard had a mischievous look in his eyes.

Rose's close friend? It seems interesting.

Although it was a term she was used to, Vivian felt a bit uncomfortable.

Today, it's about her own business and she doesn't want to put Raymond's surname on her head.

Just a little displeasure was seen by Richard. He chuckled and changed his tune as if he knew what Vivian was thinking:

"Sorry, I think I should call you Mrs.Johnson."

Such thoughtfulness made Vivian feel a little embarrassed instead. She pulled up the loose strands of hair by her ear and smiled:

"Mr. Richard, I suppose Rose has already said my intention to invite you? What do you think?"

Vivian was very calm, and since she didn't want to be called Mrs. Steven at this time, she couldn't put on Mrs. Steven's AIRS.

Now Vivian is just an ordinary businesswoman seeking a partner.

"If I join you, I wonder what benefits Mrs.Johnson can bring me?" Richard carelessly rested his left leg on his right and leaned on his head with his right hand to look at Vivian.

He was an artist, but he took the petty stuff for granted.

Richard was originally uninterested in this small gallery. He wouldn't have wasted time on Vivian if Rose hadn't been pestering him.

"Shall I open the gates to the city of Frances for you?" This was something Vivian had thought about long ago.

She could tell at a glance that Richard was as ambitious as she was.

Such a man is destined to spread his career all over the country.

And the city of Frances must be an important part of his plan!

Richard sat up a little more upright and his expression became serious.

"Then, who is speaking to me,Mrs.Johnson or Mrs. Steven?" " Richard still had some doubts about Vivian's ability.

Without House of Steven's backing, where does this woman get her confidence?

A smile flashed through Vivian's heart as she saw Richard's reaction. Now, the initiative is gradually moving into her hands.

Looking at Richard's appearance, Vivian knew she had already succeeded halfway.

When Richard became anxious, she became rather casual.

As the last disciple of James, the most authoritative Chinese painter in the city of Frances, this was Vivian's greatest asset in negotiating with a businessman like Richard.

"I am Vivian, and that's enough, Mr. Richard."

Looking at Vivian, who had simply stood up to take her leave, Richard was stunned for a moment and then laughed.

This Miss Vivian is quite different from the rumors.

The mystery... It's really a matter of words.