My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris)

Chapter 208 Angry Morris

"Here, Vivian, eat some too, I can't eat this much alone." Madame Cheal handed the fruit to Vivian.

Grandma was kind, and Vivian couldn't refuse, so she took a fruit fork and forked a piece of fruit and

ate a bite, "Soft and sweet, grandma, eat it."

The two were exchanging such pleasantries that they simply ignored Morris, who was sitting on the

side.

Only after a long time did Madame Cheal look at Morris, "Yoona came over this morning and cried, she

was pitiful. Even if you don't marry her, she is pregnant with your kid, you can't be too heartless."

Madame Cheal couldn't interfere too much, but she would say what needed to be said.

At the mention of Yoona, Vivian looked down and played with her phone without speaking.

In particular, she didn't want to know about what happened to Yoona, let alone interfere.

"I'll take care of it myself."

Morris didn't tell Madame Cheal the truth of the matter after all.

Yesterday's wedding party made her blood pressure rise steeply and she fainted on the spot, so if she

were told the truth at this point, she wouldn't be able to handle it.

After thinking about it, Morris decided to tell her the truth about the matter after Madame Cheal's

birthday.

Madame Cheal grunted and didn't bother with him anymore, instead she said to Vivian, "The day after

tomorrow is my birthday, I'll be holding a banquet at the old mansion, you'll follow Morris and come over

then."

"Okay, Grandma."

Vivian thought that after this incident, Madame Cheal wouldn't hold birthday banquet, but she didn't

expect everything to go on as scheduled.

But it made sense when she thought about it.

After the wedding, Morris was the first to get his company's public relations involved, taking control of

the situation with his strength, to the point of not letting things happen to an uncontrollable extent.

Only this minor fluctuation still caused some damage to the Eonothem Group.

Eonothem Group's annual earnings are trillions, and just one minor incident can cause no small turmoil

in the stock market.

After staying in the hospital for over an hour, Vivian left the hospital and Madame Cheal had Morris

come to see her off.

From the time she walked out of the ward to the time she entered the elevator, Vivian didn't pay any

attention to Morris the entire time.

It wasn't until she walked out of the hospital inpatient unit that the man following her said, "You wait

here, I'll get the car."

"Am I an amputee? I don’t have legs? Why do I have to take your car!"

Vivian glanced at him coldly and then left.

The farther away from him, the better.

Vivian walked and thought she should by a car, and it would be convenient for her to go out.

She walked away, and Morris didn't chase after her.

Only when she had just reached the curb outside the hospital, a car suddenly pulled up beside her, and

Morris' voice rang out from inside, "Get in."

It was a commanding tone.

Vivian was simply fed up with Morris' condescending posture, glancing at the taxi following behind her,

waving her hand, stopping the taxi, pulling open the door and getting into the car.

Morris, who was sitting inside his car, watched Vivian get into the taxi through the rearview mirror, and

his handsome face instantly turned gloomy.

This damned woman is a real bully!

He started the car and followed the taxi forward.

Walking along, he stopped in front of a hotel.

He watched Vivian enter the hotel and waited for a few more minutes before getting out of the car and

going to the hotel lobby to ask some questions.

It was finally determined that Vivian would stay in the hotel for the time being.

There was no room for her in the large city.

Morris was upset about that......

Today, it was the sixty fifth birthday of Madame Cheal, and a banquet was held for the upper class and

famous media people of L City to participate.

Vivian had gone to pick up a 100,000 yuan car yesterday and spent the afternoon driving around the

market, picking out gifts for Madame Cheal.

Early in the morning, Vivian was preparing to leave to attend Madame Cheal's birthday banquet, but

the doorbell to her room suddenly rang.

A knock sounded on the door and she walked to the door, "Who is it?"

While inquiring, she pulled open the door, only to find that the person standing in the doorway was

actually Morris.

Seeing the haunting man, Vivian's face sank and she directly reached out to close the door, yet the

man reached forward with one foot and directly blocked the doorway.

As the door closed, Vivian raised her eyes and glared sharply at Morris, "What's wrong with you? If you

don't move, I'll ruin your legs!"

Coming in early in the morning to get her upset ......

What bad luck!

"Put this on."

Morris handed a handbag to Vivian.

"What is this?"

"Clothes."

"You bought it? Take it away and get lost, I don't want it!"

"Today is Grandma's birthday, a banquet for business celebrities, and will introduce your new status to

the major media, do you think it's appropriate for you to wear this?"

Morris looked serious and raised his finger to point at the suit Vivian was wearing.

The outfit was a professional outfit worn for work on a regular basis.

Vivian didn't bother to buy new clothes.

Originally, she had thought that after the wedding banquet, Madame Cheal would not introduce her to

outsiders, and even thought that Madame Cheal would no longer recognize her as her goddaughter,

but she hadn't thought that she was overly concerned.

Vivian looked at the bag that Morris was carrying, with a logo stamped in gold on it, a well-known

foreign brand with an expensive price tag.

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Taking in her facial expression and guessing what was on her mind, Morris spoke up.

"Oh, from Grandma? All right then."

Vivian gladly accepted it.

As Morris was ready to walk in, the door slammed heavily, directly separating the two from each other.

Morris stood against the door, and for just a second, he nearly got slapped in the face by the door.

His hand hanging at his side clenched slightly as he slowly closed his eyes and took a long breath,

calming his mind.

When had he have been turned away in such a wretched manner?

He was in rage.

Vivian took her clothes and changed in her bedroom, an excellent looking dress, but with her short

neck hair and a plain face, it seemed a bit monotonous.

Solely, she rummaged through her makeup and simply put on makeup while changing into a high heel

before walking out.

The man standing in the corridor, who was playing with his phone and silently waiting for Vivian to

come out, was stunned when he looked up.

The woman in front of him, with short black neck-length hair, set with a fair face, thick eyebrows, large

eyes, long curly eyelashes, high nose and small mouth.

A necklace was worn on her slender neck, and the one-shoulder dress further accentuated her delicate

and charming collarbone.

She was like a proud white swan, with invisible elegance and dignity.