Chapter 22

Mr. Norton? Vivian's eyes flew open to see a familiar figure on a wheelchair. Her eyes widened

immediately. “F-Finnick?” Am I dreaming? Finnick studied her from head to toe, taking in her flushed

face, sparkling eyes and body-hugging outfit that brought out her beautiful curves. Her beauty

irritated him. Who would go to work in that outfit? No wonder she attracts so many perverts! Finnick

ignored Vivian completely and glared at Mr. Hark. Mr. Hark had wanted to slap Vivian, but Finnick

popped out of nowhere and grabbed his wrist. Finnick was wheelchair-bound, but it did not hinder

his movements at all. His height advantage made the maneuver as easy as if he had been able-

bodied. Finnick was a prominent figure in the magazine industry, which was why Mr. Hark

recognized him immediately. The fat on his cheeks trembled as he stared at Finnick in shock and

forced a smile onto his lips. “Mr. Norton? W-Why are you here?” Finnick's gaze was colder than ice,

yet Mr. Hark was sweating as though he had been standing under the sun. Finnick shoved Mr.

Hark's hand aside and took out a piece of tissue paper to wipe his hand down. With a disgusted

look on his face, he spat, “Scram!” Scared out of his drunken daze, Mr. Hark scurried off

immediately. ... Fabian strode out of the restaurant, still brooding over what he saw in the corridor.

His phone suddenly rang, jolting him out of his trance. “Hey! Fabian Norton! Are you trying to get

me killed?” Mr. Hark yelled the moment he picked up the phone. “Huh?” Fabian was caught off

guard. “Why didn't you tell me that Vivian William was attached to the president of Finnor Group?”

Mr. Hark demanded. “What?” “What do you mean “what? Finnick Norton came just before I got

what I wanted! Why didn't you tell me more about that woman? I would have avoided her at all

costs!” Fabian skidded to a halt. Finnick’s here? Since when did he come to Q City? "Hey! Fabian! Are

you listening?” Mr. Hark continued to bark at him, but he no longer had the patience to listen to

him. He had not made his true identity as part of the Norton family public, hence he regularly got

yelled at by insignificant people like Mr. Hark. After a while of staring into space, he finally took out

his phone again and gave Vivian a call. A few long beeps later, the call finally went through, but the

voice that greeted him was that of a man’s. “Hello?” Fabian’s heart skipped a beat, and he ended the

call without hesitating for even a second. He stared at his phone for a long moment before bursting

into maniacal laughter. / know that voice! It's Finnick, isn't it? Don't tell me it’s him... Are they actually

living together? Fabian could almost cry from laughing too much. Her contact in his phone suddenly

felt like a needle to his eye. Oh... Vivian... What did I ever do to you? Why did you have to make me

suffer so much? You're already married, and yet you're still eyeing other men? Why Finnick, of all

people? On the other end of the line, Finnick gently set Vivian's phone down with a blank look on his

face. "Who is it?” Vivian asked weakly, already half-asleep from the alcohol. Finnick had helped her

pick up the call just now, seeing how intoxicated she was. “Just a spam call,” he answered. "Oh..."

Vivian answered as she nursed her throbbing head. “Does you head hurt?” Finnick asked gently,

noticing how much pain she seemed to be in. “Yeah...” Vivian said. She almost jumped out of her

skin when a pair of hands came to rest at her temples. “How does this feel?” Finnick asked as he

rubbed her temples gently. His fingers felt coarse and cold on her burning skin, and it made her

heart race for a few seconds. She shifted away from him. “T-Thanks. I feel better now.” However, she

was pulled back by him immediately. “Don’t move!” he commanded coldly.