“If you’re bored, you can stroll around the venue,” he told her before leaving.
There was no one else that Vivian could talk to here.
“Sure.”
Vivian rose to her feet obediently. After that, they both went their separate ways.
Vivian was unfamiliar with the surroundings, but she strode ahead anyway.
Suddenly, she spotted a box. Her curiosity was piqued as she made her way toward the box.
There were rubies encrusted all over the box. The rubies weren’t real, but it seemed to insinuate that the box was something important.
Vivian was about to open it when a woman’s voice rang out. “Turns out Vivian Morrison is a thief.”
It was an unknown voice, so Vivian turned at her shoulder to see who it was.
The woman who appeared in her sight was dressed in a fiery red dress. The thick makeup on her face covered her flaws. She was currently gazing at Vivian menacingly.
Frowning, Vivian wondered why she was exuding an air of hostility. Have I ever offended her? Why is she glaring at me?
As Vivian didn’t remember seeing this woman anywhere, she concluded she hadn’t offended her before.
Hmm, it seems like she dislikes me without any reason.
“Excuse me, but you are?” Since the woman was being rude, Vivian didn’t bother with the pleasantries.
Still, she remained polite and formal.
“How ignorant of you not to know who I am. I’m Lexi Jackson, a popular celebrity.”
Lexi flipped her perfect curls back flippantly and glanced at Vivian.
The disdain in her gaze was evident.
Seriously? Did I kill her entire family or what? I’ve never heard of Lexi Jackson, though.
“I’m sorry. I don’t really pay attention to showbiz,” Vivian replied. It was true. She was more used to reading finance and current news.
Therefore, she had no idea who Lexi was.
“Hey!”
Lexi thought Vivian would gaze at her enviously after she revealed she was a celebrity.
Alas, Vivian didn’t even know who she was.
“What’s wrong? Are you stuttering, Ms. Jackson?”
As Lexi was at a loss for words, Vivian couldn’t help but feel exasperated.
“Damn it! Do you know who my dad is?” Lexi declared angrily.
“No.”
Vivian rolled her eyes. Why does everyone like to throw their dad’s name out when they are in a fight?
She stared at Lexi quietly.
“My dad is the president of Neville Group!”
Oh, she’s Chase Neville’s daughter. Wait, something seems amiss.
“Why are you a Jackson instead of a Neville, then?”
Lexi felt her pride shattering into pieces at her question. She raised her hand to give Vivian a slap when Chase and Finnick’s voices rang out.
“What are you doing?” Chase roared.
Finnick knitted his eyebrows at the scene.
“Dad!” Lexi immediately put on a pitiful expression as though it was Vivian who bullied her.
“What happened?” Chase demanded. I shouldn’t have brought her here. This is embarrassing.
“Vivian tried to steal my box which I left here. I caught her in the act, but she refused to admit to her crime,” claimed Lexi furiously.
She didn’t forget to glare at Vivian, too.
“Oh? Are you sure?” Vivian’s gaze was getting colder by the minute. She didn’t even bother giving an explanation.
Seeing her reaction, Finnick spoke. “Forget it. Mr. Neville, sorry for troubling you.”
