Classic Novel
Chapter 140 Jealousy
Chapter 140 Jealousy
Vivian was extremely self-aware and had never thought that she would contact Morris when she left L
City.
"You love him so lowly?"
Her words made Issac truly feel a wave of humility and sadness, and he couldn't help but feel a bit of
heartache for her.
"What? Love him so ......"
The sudden words made Vivian a bit baffled, but then it dawned on her that she had told Issac earlier in
order to reject him, saying that she liked Morris.
This guy was probably overthinking it.
Vivian nodded fervently, "Yeah, right. But it's not lowly, it's just unrequited love at best."
Like Morris?
A scumbag like that, she would never like him in her lifetime.
Issac's lips curled up into a light smile, his handsome face loaded with heartache, his leisurely gaze
gazing at her, raising his hand over her head, gently rubbing her dark hair, and sighing despondently, "It
is those who love each other unrequitedly that are the most humble."
What was this statement, again, connoting?
Vivian didn't think much of it, shrugging and snorting, "Those don't matter, time washes everything
away. By the way, I want your advice about work. Today I saw a question on the project planning,
saying that the product ......"
After being busy at the Jun Lin company until the end of the day, Vivian and Issac went to have a
simple dinner and then left directly for the Night Club.
Meanwhile, the old Cheal's mansion.
Morris stood in the living room, facing the solemn looking Madame Cheal, who was silent.
Madame Cheal slapped the table in anger, "You were the one who wanted to get engaged to Yoona in
the first place, and you're the one who wants to cancel the engagement now. What the hell are you
doing?"
"I didn't say to call off the engagement, just to postpone it indefinitely."
Yesterday, because both Yoona and Vivian were present, there were some things he couldn't
conveniently say, so he made a special trip to the old mansion today to discuss the matter with
Madame Cheal.
"Yoona is pregnant, so if you don't get married now, you want to be laughed at?"
Madame Cheal was furious and pointed at Morris, "This is nonsense!"
"Grandma, I ......"
"Mr. Cheal!"
Morris was about to say something else when Marry, who was standing at the side, called out,
interrupting him.
She stepped forward and said to Morris, "Mr. Cheal, the old lady is a bit unwell today, so we should talk
about these matters later."
Knowing how Madame Cheal was, and knowing full well that she could not afford to be angry right now,
Marry interrupted the conversation between the two of them.
Walking up to Madame Cheal, she said to her, "Didn't we say we'd have Dr. Zhao give you acupuncture
today, Dr. Zhao is still waiting, let's hurry over."
Madame Cheal was furious, but she was also well aware of her health, so she nodded, not forgetting to
glare at Morris and angrily scolded, "This is settled, no one will change it!"
With those words, she got up and left the living room with the help of Marry.
Morris was silent in place for a long time, and turned to walk out of the old mansion, where he blew the
cool breeze that blew in his face with a slight post-autumn chill in the parking area.
Pulling out a cigarette, he lit it and leaned back against the limo, smoking quietly.
At some point, the phone rang.
He pulled out his phone, and its screen jumped with Yoona's phone number.
The man's face was calm and unmoving as he watched the number for a few seconds, then he placed
the phone on the roof of the car and continued smoking.
Taking a deep breath, the faint light smoke puffed out of his thin lips, the smoke lingered, and in an
instant it was blown away by the wind, revealing the melancholy face.
After another long time, the phone rang again, and it was the call from his assistant Trent.
Morris answered the phone and held it up to his ear, "What is it?"
"Boss, just now the club manager called and said ...... that Miss Mond had spent more than a million at
the bar and wanted you to give a discount."
On the other end of the phone, Trent and told Morris exactly what he had learned.
"With whom?"
"Issac."
"Over a million spent by two people?"
"Aye. Ordered the best wine and got the ‘head princess’ of the Night Club and ...... and the 'young
master'."
Trent stammered, and even through the phone, he could almost feel coldness emanating from his
Boss.
"Very well."
Morris’ gaze sank slightly and his face was bitterly cold.
Today he gave her 5 million, this damn woman actually took Issac to the night club to spend millions!
He hadn't forgotten that the day Vivian said that she had only spent a dollar to treat him to breakfast,
this dead woman actually looked distressed.
The distinction was obvious.
In that case, pay herself.
"Boss, how about if I ask the manager for a 50% discount?"
Trent thought that Boss had given Vivian five million in Yara's name today, so he shouldn't charge more
for the drinks this evening.
"If she can afford to spend, she should pay! The clubhouse never had any rules about discounts."
The man spoke coldly.
The words sounded with jealousy.
"Uh ...... yes, Boss."
Trent hung up the phone, immediately contacting the clubhouse manager and relaying Morris’ words to
the manager.
At this moment, Vivian, who was preparing to check out at the front desk of the Night Club, saw the
manager walking over, so she raised her eyebrows and smiled, saying smugly, "How about it, it's
absolutely free, or it's only a discount at most."
With her friendship with Morris, he certainly wouldn't charge too much.
Seeing her confidence, the club manager smiled awkwardly, "Sorry, what Trent conveyed was that Mr.
Cheal wanted you to pay, we never have rules about discounts at the Night Club."
"What do you mean? It can't be."
Vivian grunted coldly, not believing the manager's words and muttered, "You must not have made it
clear to Morris, I'll speak for myself."
"Feel free."
The manager didn't argue with Vivian, but watched her pull out her phone to call Morris.
The phone number was dialed and rang for a while with no answer.
"Scumbag, I can't believe he's not answering my calls."
She dialed Morris once more and walked to a quiet spot outside the clubhouse.
This time, the man on the other end answered the phone, "Yes?"
"Morris, did you know that the manager of the Night Club called your assistant just now?" She thought
the unnecessary misunderstanding that must have been caused by Trent not telling Morris.
"Trent has relayed to me that you have spent a huge amount of money at the Night Club."
"Heh heh, I just said I wanted the best wine, who knew ...... who knew that the best wine on your side
was actually so expensive. I'm ignorant about that, heh heh heh."
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"Ignorance deserves a price."
Morris’ tone was nonchalant, and she could feel a hint of his displeasure.
"What do you mean by the price? Don't you own the Night Club? We're so close, you're my brother,
can't you give me a discount?"