Vivian came to the first floor. The maid stepped forward and asked her before Vivian left, “Ms. Vivian,


    we''re preparing for dinner now. Is there anything you''d like to have for dinner tonight?"


    Vivian was startled for a moment. Yes, it was time for dinner.


    She would usually ask the maid to ask her what to prepare for meals so that she could get them to


    make some of Gordan''s favorite dishes.


    "I''m going out. Go upstairs and ask Mr. Norton about it. There''s no need to prepare my portion." Vivian


    looked down so that the maid would not notice her mood.


    "Ah... Okay." The maid did not expect Vivian to say something like this. She would usually n the


    dishes for each meal.


    Vivian put on her coat, turned around, and left.


    The maid watched Vivian leave. She had no choice but to turn around and head upstairs. Then, she


    knocked on Gordan''s bedroom door.


    "I''m busy." Gordan thought Vivian was knocking on the door, so he yelled impatiently.


    "Mr. Norton, I''m the maid. I''d like to ask what you''d like to have for dinner tonight," the maid asked


    timidly.


    The maid? It was not Vivian?


    Gordan''s hands that were toying with the figurine paused. He stood up and went to open the door. It


    was indeed the maid, and Vivian was not beside her.


    "What?" Gordan sounded annoyed. Ray had arranged for the maids to serve them. Although they were


    just carrying out their duties, he felt irritated with anyone or anything rted to Vivian. He wanted


    nothing to do with them.


    Moreover, the people Ray had sent over here were not only to serve Vivian. They came to keep an eye


    on him.


    Ray was afraid that Gordan would do something to his beloved sister. That was why he had arranged


    for these people toe here.


    "The kitchen will be preparing dinner soon. I''d like to ask if there''s anything you wish to have tonight,"


    asked the maid. They seldom talked to Gordan, and they knew how bad his temper was. That was why


    they never felt inclined to talk to him.


    "Why are you asking me? Where''s Vivian?" Gordan hated to make decisions on such petty things.


    Usually, they would not evene to ask him. Vivian was self-centered enough to arrange and


    prepare what dishes they would be having for each meal herself.


    “Ms. Vivian went out. That''s why we came to ask you.”


    Gordan was unconcerned about what the maid told him. Vivian went out? That would be great. He did


    not have to face her. "Anything will do."


    The maid nodded. "Alright. I''m off to prepare dinner now."


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    Gordan closed the door and fell back into his chair to fiddle with his figurines. He was unconcerned


    about Vivian going out.


    Vivian did not drive when she left the house. She hailed a ride instead.


    The road was wet because of the snow. Besides, Vivian was staying in the silk-stocking district. There


    were barely any cabs passing by here. Hence, she had to wait for half an hour beside the road until she


    managed to hail one.


    It was freezing out here. She could hardly feel her legs when she climbed into the car.


    "Miss, where would you like to go?" the driver asked.


    "Please head to the Ostin Hotel," said Vivian. She decided not to head to Ray''s ce. Instead, she


    chose to stay in a hotel.


    She needed some time for herself to take a break from her and Gordan''s rtionship.


    Vivian would not be able to find peace if she headed to Ray''s ce.


    Ray would never be able to understand why she wanted to divorce Gordan. After all, it took a lot of


    effort for Ray to make Gordan stay. Vivian also used up all her strength to persevere in their


    rtionship.


    Ray would probably grab Vivian''s hand and question her after learning that she had given up so easily.


    That was why staying in a hotel would be the best.


    Vivian wanted a quiet ce instead of being faced with questions and sympathy.


    Vivian was dropped off at the hotel entrance by the driver. She nced at the ATMs nearby. Then, she


    headed to a machine and withdrew a huge amount of money out of her bank ount. Although she


    was unlike Ray, who was the leader and manager of apany, she had a share of investment in


    Ray''s career.


    That was why money was not a problem for her.


    Vivian walked into the hotel after she got the money. She booked a suite and paid half a month''s rate at


    once. After she asked the hotel to keep her identity confidential, she hid in the suite, turned off her


    phone, and never went out again.


    Vivian only wanted peace of mind without anyone disturbing her.


    At midnight, Vivian was still not back home yet.


    Gordan showed no concern, but the maid in the vi noticed that something was wrong. She called


    Vivian, but her phone was switched off.


    The maid could not reach Vivian. It was gettingte. Usually, Vivian would stay at home to ensure her


    safety and not cause any trouble for Gordan.


    Ray was a famous mafia in Russia, and he had many enemies. That was why Vivian was well aware of


    this.


    The maid was afraid that something might have happened to Vivian seeing as she was not home at


    this hour. Thus, she hurried to the second floor, nning to tell Gordan about it.


    Someone was knocking on the door again. Gordan thought it was Vivian. Hey down on his bed with


    his eyes closed, ignoring it.


    She must be up to no good for knocking at his door at this hour.


    The maid did not hear any noise in the room. She was sure that Gordan had not gone out after he ate


    his dinner. She bit her lip and asked, “Mr. Norton, are you in there?"


    Gordan spokezily when he heard the maid''s voice, "I''m in bed. You can wait until tomorrow."


    "Mr. Norton, Ms. Vivian isn''t back yet. I can''t reach her. Is there any way you can contact her?" the


    maid asked.


    Gordan frowned. Vivian was not home yet?


    She usually would note home thiste...


    Gordan got up, but he did not open the door. Instead, he said, "How am I supposed to reach her when


    you can''t? Just tell Ray."


    There were no quiet nights in Russia. Even if the temperature was minus ten degrees out there and


    snowing heavily, thepetition beneath the surface would begin as soon as night fell.


    The maid shook her head when she listened to his words. Gordan was not even bothered to show a


    little concern to Vivian after so many years.


    Gordan heard the maid leave, and he suddenly felt upset.


    Gordan rose and left his bedroom. He headed to Vivian''s bedroom. He stood outside her door, thinking


    of knocking on the door to see if Vivian had deliberately teamed up with the maid to lie to him. He


    paused while he was lifting his hand.


    What was he doing?


    Was he worried about Vivian?


    How could he possibly be worried about that ugly woman?!


    Gordan withdrew his hand and returned to his bedroom moodily.


    If it were not for Ray, others would not even spare a nce at Vivian, that ugly woman.


    Besides, Vivian usually had bodyguards with her when she went out. Hence, there would not be a


    problem.


    Gordan returned to his bedroom andy down on his bed at the thought of this. He was not concerned


    about Vivian anymore.


    In the hotel.


    Luca finished showering herself. She removed the stic wrap and the gauze, then she nced at her


    wound. The wound did not worsen.


    However, she could not leave the medicated powder on her wound. The powder had no effects.


    Luca let out a sigh. She threw the bandage into the trash bin and took a new roll of bandage out.


    She could only apply the anti-inmmation medicine that she always used to her wound without the


    powder.


    It was already 11 o''clock at night after she was done with everything. She did not walk out of her room


    as she was afraid that she would run into Luke.