The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 598

Hearing that, Sean focused his attention on her as he asked, “It seems like you and Miss Turner got

along well when she was alive.”

“Not exactly. Miss Turner just came to visit us on behalf of the Larson Group’s charity programs.

Although when I talked to her, I did have a feeling that she was a very kind person. During the time I

was abroad, I always looked forward to going back home and meeting her again. I didn’t expect that

the time we parted at the airport when I went abroad would be the last time we met each other,” Vivian

explained, her voice slowly- breaking as she did so.

She then picked up the bottle and filled her and Sean’s glass before she continued, “Let’s not talk

about this. I know Miss Turner’s reputation isn’t good in the Larson Group.”

Although Charis had already passed away, there were still rumors in the Larson Group that she had

gone crazy during her last days. Vivian would get mad every time she heard someone badmouth

Charis.

Sean didn’t ask any more so his intentions in gathering such information wouldn’t be exposed. Vivian

kept pouring wine for Sean while they chatted. Eventually, both of them finished a bottle of wine, which

caused them to be a little drunk.

Sean wasn’t a heavy drinker, so he didn’t notice anything unusual.

“My head hurts. I need to sleep for a while,” Vivian said as she bent over the table, pretending to be

drunk.

She had already investigated Sean beforehand. He had a good temper, a clean background, and was All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

disciplined. He had only been in love a few times. His family usually attached great importance to

reputation, which was most likely the reason why Brandon chose Sean as his assistant.

That was exactly why she planned to find a whore from a nightclub to sleep with Sean. If that were to

happen, she could blackmail him at the right time.

Eventually, Sean felt dizzy, so he stood up and paid the bill. He then looked at Vivian and said, “It’s time

to go home.”

He was still able to control himself now even though he was dizzy. He was the type of person who

would rather avoid risks.

“Miss Turner was probably very kind to you. She’s a family to us orphans,” Vivian said, tears streaming

down her face as she spoke.

Sean picked up a piece of tissue and handed it to her. “If Miss Turner was still alive, she wouldn’t want

to see you sad.”

Vivian clutched the tissue in her hand for a moment before she buried her face in her arms and

sobbed. She wasn’t actually that emotional. She was just stalling time—anxiously waiting for the drug

to affect Sean.

Before that could happen, she had to convince him to stay. She couldn’t let him leave.

Sean couldn’t make her stop crying. He even felt dizzier by the minute, so he supported his forehead

with one hand and tried to stand up, but his legs went weak, causing him to fall back into his seat.

“Mr. Johnson, are you drunk?” Vivian asked while Sean was in a daze. He noticed her looking up at

him, but he could barely hear what she was saying.

Eventually, Sean blacked out, and Vivian caught him in her arms. Once she was sure that he was

unconscious, she took out her phone and texted someone.

A long-haired woman appeared in front of the restaurant not long after. She had heavy makeup and

was wearing black stockings and a tight dark-red skirt. She smelled of cigarettes and alcohol, and it

was overpowering as she quickly walked toward Vivian. She frowned at the sight of Sean and asked,

“He’s unconscious. Is he still capable?”

Vivian pushed Sean into the woman’s arms and tidied up her own clothes. “That’s your job, right?”

She picked up her bag and smiled. “I think this will be his first time. You should be good to him.”

That woman was actually a prostitute. She carefully observed Sean’s face and smiled. “He’s such a

lovely guy. I’m so lucky.”

Just when the woman was about to leave while holding Sean, someone suddenly swung open the

restaurant’s front door. It was Estella.

She blocked the woman and frowned as she asked, “Where are you taking my boyfriend?”

“Sean is your boyfriend?” asked Vivian with a frown, as she wondered why Estella came back.

She took a step back and asked calmly, “What are you doing here? Sean is my colleague. I can’t leave

him here drunk.”

Estella came back as she was worried about Sean. She felt that Vivian was not a simple person on first

impression.

Although Sean looked smart, he was actually very simple. He never thought that others would harbor

any bad intentions against him, and he never guarded himself against anyone.

Seeing the way Vivian was behaving around Sean, Estella was certain that she made the right decision

to come back.

Estella then scoffed and asked, “So you’re okay with having this stranger take Sean away?”

Estella glared at the woman who had her arms around Sean, supporting him. She hissed fiercely, “Get

your dirty hands off my boyfriend!”

The nightclub girl secretly glanced at Vivian. She then rolled her eyes at Estella and snorted before

helping Sean back to his seat. She thought that it was unwise to mess with Estella. She didn’t want to

get involved in their feud. She narrowed her eyes at Vivian, signaling her intentions to leave.

However, before the nightclub girl had the chance to leave, she was stopped by Estella.

Estella glanced at her in her sexy clothes and sneered, “You two must be in cahoots! You are trying to

set Sean up. Which brothel are you working in? Since there are no brothels in this area, you must have

come a long way. Seems like this lady here had paid you a lot of money, huh?”

Estella suspected that Vivian had hired the nightclub girl to set up a trap for Sean.

Vivian maintained her calm demeanor. She supported Sean up as she was trying to leave and snorted,

“I don’t know this woman. When I came back from the bathroom, I saw her taking Sean away. I thought

she was Sean’s friend or that he called her over. Well, guess not.”

Estella immediately reached out her hand and stopped Vivian. “Where are you taking Sean? Give him

to me.”

Vivian stared at Estella coldly, devoid of expression. “I’m Sean’s colleague. I will take the responsibility

of sending him home safely. And who are you? I’ve never heard from Sean that he has a girlfriend.

Besides, I don’t even know you. If you keep harassing us, I’ll call the police!”

Estella’s anxiety rose as Vivian was about to leave with Sean. She hurriedly jumped in front of the door

to prevent them from leaving and said, “I know Natalie. She can prove that I am Sean’s friend!”

Vivian tried to maintain her composure, but there was a note of impatience in her voice. “Miss, please

get out of the way. I really have to get him home now. I’m Sean’s colleague. I’ll drive him home safely.

Don’t worry.” “I can’t let you take Sean away!” cried Estella anxiously. An idea then struck her.

Estella took out her phone and made a video call to Natalie.