With the advertising payment being dealt with, Vivian checked out of her room and prepared to go back to the company.

Coming out of the lobby, she walked with her luggage to the entrance, intending to take the bus.

When she got downstairs, she saw Jonathan standing there, reverting to his previous elegant appearance in a handsome suit. His left hand was in his trousers pocket, habitually playing with the antique lighter with his right hand.

Vivian found this seemed to be his habit. She had seen him several times holding the antique lighter. She was puzzled because Jonathan didn't seem to smoke! Why did he have a lighter with him?

She didn't think much about it. For having accepted his help yesterday, Vivian frowned and walked over to him, stopping beside him.

"Ahem." Clearing her throat, she muttered, "Well...thank you."

Jonathan didn't look at her but just lowered his eyes and said, "Fifty million, plus the money before is a total of 0.15 billion."

"..." Vivian froze and she suddenly stared up at him, looking and sounding panicked, "What do you mean?"

Jonathan turned his head aside slightly and lowered his eyes to look at her, "Nothing. I'm just stating the facts. You can do simple math like that, right?"

He said as he moved closer towards Vivian.

"I have plenty of money." Jonathan leaned down. His warm breath rolled over her ear, "But I never spend money on useless things. Do you understand?"

It was a very common move. But it was provocative for him to make such a gesture.

Vivian's heart thumped. She subconscious swallowed and her eyelashes trembled lightly, "I..."

The sapphire blue Maybach came to a halt before them and Zack and the driver got off the car and pulled open the door, "Mr. Luke, Miss Swift, please get in..."

Jonathan raised his eyebrows and reached out to Vivian. It was obvious that he wanted her to take his hand.

Vivian froze. She fidgeted, "I, I didn't ask you...to do that."

Jonathan shook his head lightly and placed his hand on the side of her head, "Not a deal, OK?"

Not a deal? Vivian was a little confused. What did he mean?

The phone in her backpack suddenly rang.

"I'll take a call." Vivian regained consciousness and hurriedly took out her phone to answer it, "Hello, Hudson..."

The moment he heard the name, Jonathan's eyes darkened. He looked increasingly angry.

Vivian turned her back on him and answered it, "Well, I came out of the hall, and now I have to go back to...what? You're here? Where are you? The gate? OK, I got it. I'm going over there now..."

Hanging up the phone, Vivian looked apologetically at Jonathan.

Jonathan looked at her indifferently without expression and didn't say anything. He went down the stairs to the car.

"Mr. Luke, isn't Miss Swift with you?" Zack felt confused and asked another question.

Hearing it, Jonathan frowned and looked angry, "Start the car. Why are you talking so much!"

"Well, I know."

Vivian was listless as the Maybach sped away. The smell of car exhaust still lingered in the air, but what Jonathan had just said seemed to be her delusion...

"Whew!" Vivian took a long breath and knocked her head, "Don't worry about it. He's just messing with you! Sober up!"

Hudson was still waiting for her at the gate and Vivian trotted over in a hurry.

"Vivi!"Hudson leaned against the door and walked up as he saw Vivian came out, "What took you so long? Can't you hurry up if you know I'm waiting here?"

"Sorry." Vivian pursed her lips and didn't say anything else.

"I'm not blaming you." Hudson's tone softened. He took the bag from her and cradled her in his arms, "I missed you, and don't you even understand that? How long has it been since we last saw each other? Don't you want to see me sooner?"

"..." Vivian tugged at the corners of her mouth and smiled without speaking.

"Get in the car!" Hudson pulled open the car door and helped Vivian into the car. Once in the car, he leaned over to fasten her seat belt.

"Gotta drive fast. Mom and dad are still waiting at home... If I don't take you back, they'll think I'm bullying you again." Hudson held the steering wheel in one hand and Vivian's hand in the other. He looked and sounded so natural.

Vivian, however, couldn't do that. She pulled away from his grip, "You focus on driving."

"OK." Hudson nodded with a smile.

Vivian leaned against the car window and felt flustered...

In fact, the affair with Valerie Stone wasn't Hudson's first 'affair'.

Vivian was only 16 when she first found out about Hudson's bad manners, and she was shocked. Hudson's explanation at that time was that it was 'just a fling', 'a fling' and 'not serious'.

All these years later, he was still the same person...

The man was simply unreliable.

It was because of this that Vivian moved out of Attlee's house when she went to college. She worked half time and tried to be as independent as possible. She knew in her heart that Hudson had gotten worse and that sooner or later she would have to break up with him...

Their car started before Jonathan's Maybach behind them caught up.

Neither the driver nor Zack could figure out what Jonathan was thinking. Was Mr. Luke spying on someone...? This wasn't like Mr. Luke's usual style.

Jonathan had just seen the scene in the car where Hudson and Vivian cuddled intimately, and now he looked even angrier. His eyes were very stern and his anger could be felt by everyone around him.

This Hudson was an eyesore!

Jonathan looked a little irritated. He leaned back and loosened his tie.

Zack looked at him carefully, unable to guess what he was thinking, "Mr. Luke, where to go now?"

Jonathan frowned and said, "Go 'there'."

Zack naturally understood where 'there' referred to.

"Yes."

There was a villa on the Durban border.

In the master bedroom, the doctor was debriefing Jonathan.

"Mr. Luke, the new medication has been shipped here from Sacred Capital. And it has been started for Miss Smith, and the data situation is being recorded daily. It's going well and Miss Smith's neurological response and all indicators are up to surgical standards... Now we're just waiting to bring in Dr. Mark to lead the surgery."

The answer relaxed Jonathan's frowned brow a little.

He looked up at the girl lying on the bed. Her name was Flora Smith...she had been unconscious for seven years.

Jonathan subconsciously felt for the antique lighter in his pocket, took it out, and pulled the trigger.

It was so old that the lighter was no longer lit. He just repeated the action mechanically, listening to the voice as if it offered some kind of solace.

"Follow up on Mark's whereabouts."

"OK."

Jonathan closed his eyes and held his forehead as snippets flashed through his mind from time to time. It was as if time went back to seven years ago...

After seven years, he finally saw hope.