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?"

as well—I mean, he had

his eyes was

ladies giggled. "Of course he's not getting proper sleep. I heard he has a baby, and you know

on here?" Vivian snapped coolly, interrupting them when she heard their

"Sorry, Ms. Crowe..."

free time?" Vivian pressed, throwing her weight around as Zachary's PA. "Stop running your mouths like

was a haughty tone in her voice—she could not help getting full of herself as she worked

fortune to be transferred to his side,

just because she was Zachary's

about work, I'm going to inform Mr. Slate

speaking out of turn. We'll go back to work right away," one of the ladies said as they started to

Slate is your boss and deserves your respect. I don't want anyone discussing his private life behind his

forming just then. "Yes, yes, we'll be going

to work, back to