The Runaway Groom

Vivian said, "Yes, Mr. Slate.”

As she turned, she glanced at the monitor, and then at Zachary, noting something off about his reaction.

One must understand that Vivian had been paying close attention to everything about Zachary ever since she took the role of his personal assistant.

Such is society: Once women meet a man with looks and money, they cannot help getting ideas—especially with a single father like Zachary. That was the case for Vivian, who was now obsessed with Zachary. Though she did not show it because she had yet to get a read on his temperament, she was wary since Zachary found himself a young babysitter.

She could not quite put her finger on what it was, and she might even be imagining it—Zachary might just be watching the woman, concerned that she was not taking care of his child.

She left, informing everyone about meeting in ten minutes and to be punctual.

It went as scheduled ten minutes later, with Zachary mostly speaking while the others only speaking when giving reports.

Afterwards, several ladies were whispering among each other at the lounge.

“It's weird... Why does it feel like Mr. Slate is in a very good mood today?"

well—I mean, he had to have

dark circles under his eyes

heard he has a baby, and you know they really get fussy—especially since this baby doesn't

snapped coolly, interrupting

"Sorry, Ms. Crowe..."

ladies have that much free time?" Vivian pressed, throwing her weight around

voice—she could not help getting full of

her good fortune to be transferred to his side, and she must

to power and would pull rank and lecture others just because

about work, I'm going

work

stopped them right then. "Mr. Slate is your boss and deserves your respect. I don't want anyone discussing his private life

ladies traded glances, a tacit understanding forming just then.

work,