Saved By The Cold-Hearted Billionaire

t night by drinking and punching Beckett, the person she despised. Satisfied

the first time the guy received a

deserved it," Vivianne mutter

bedroom, eating her usual breakfast of

tting wasted, and acting like nothing happened the next day. Well, she cou

n her. At a young age, she could say she was physically strong for a woman, although

good and peaceful life with her special someone, whom she thought w

t," Vivianne whispered as she

kinny jeans, paired with expensive white sneakers and a silver wristwatch. She only a

people told her she could enter the modeling

lso took on side gigs as an event organizer connected to he

n their company and calm down Beckett's anger before working outsi

too impossible, idiots," Viviann

door, she headed to the elevator. Her car wasn’t

er mind, and even though she didn't like it, she tho

d he get a bruise?" Vivianne asked

red how Beckett's eyes widened because of what she did. She was sure he wouldn't report

rtain that no one knew Beckett went to bars in the middle of the night. In fact,

against him. It was as if he were t

o one is perfect in this world. "It's a good thing I wo

st in a small company—small compared to the employees wh

se," Vivianne said to herself before gripping the st

something like this. The moment she left her father's house and dec

t before, she could

artment's office, everyone approached her, greeted her, and kissed her cheek.

happy because it felt like she had gained more siblin

e, her beautiful colleague who managed the mak

Stella chimed in, who was also assi

Jacqueline, her gay colleague who helped her organize the clothes and maintain their cond

wed her brow, trying to remember.

d to the showbiz industry," Stella replied before laughing. She, Francine, and Jacqueline

more. As far as she could recall, she had

that I can't remember?'

ine exchanged glances before

leaving and going back to thei

ir before heading to a small office within

e whispered to herself before knocking t

in,

referred to call him Helena. Despite their small company, Vivianne had

and entered with a smile

mouth fell open. Not because of Manager Yu, who was waving at

," Beckett greeted, lifti

eyes twice, hoping that her imagination

grin. He was wearing a black polo shirt with tw

e. One of his feet was raised on the sofa, and his elbow rested on his kne

of the famous models in town. Even with his simple attire and posture, he exud

ll his buttons were undone—Shit!' Vivianne quickl

tly sat beside Manager Yu. It didn't take long for Manager

girl. Doesn't Tristan tell you to sleep e

hing Beckett’s attention. "I don't want to hear

rast to Beckett's reaction. Beckett's lips formed

feigned innocence, his gaze fixed on Vivianne who was gla