My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris)
Chapter 283

Anthony thought for a long time and finally agreed reluctantly, ''It's done. I'll let her off once this time for your sake. But next time, Mike, you can't
interfere again."
"Sure."
Mike raised his wrist and looked at the time on his wristwatch, "It's not even eight o'clock yet, let's go to eat hot pot, as a token of appreciation."
"Okay."
Anthony agreed readily.
"Uncle Mike, since you've met someone you know, you guys talk first, Yara and I will go first." Vivian picked up her bag, pulled Yara, who was loosely
tied, and ran towards the outside without waiting for their agreement.
As if they were afraid that Anthony might temporarily backtrack, the two kept running for a long distance before stopping.
Yara panted heavily, exhausted.
Vivian stared at Yara, not only did she not feel sorry for Yara, but she slapped her on the head, "Damn it, you are ungrateful, you'd rather push me out
than let Mike clash with Anthony?"
This fucking love.
She really didn't know what to say.
"Ouch, that hurts ......," Yara bristled and reached out to cover her head, "Don't be angry. I know Anthony well, he won't lay a hand on a woman, but
he'll never show mercy to a man. I like Mike, so I subconsciously want to protect her."
Vivian felt a blockage in her heart at this.
"Hmph, don't expect me to save you next time." Vivian coldly snorted and walked away.
"Don't worry, even if there is a next time, I won't look for you again. Anthony doesn't lay hands on women, but I'm afraid he's secretly plotting against
you."
She followed Vivian, walking alongside her, gathered her trench coat around her and asked, "If I hadn't saved you last time, would you have left me
alone today?"

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"Of course."
Vivian lifted the satchel on her shoulder, "I'm not a saint, I can’t even protect myself, how can I risk my life to save you? Is that possible?"
"Hahahaha, I like your true and quick-wittedness. Come on, let's have some hot pot too, no, let's have barbecue. It's on me, as a token of my
appreciation."
She wrapped an arm around Vivian's neck and left the airport with her, taking a taxi back to the city centre.
Sitting in the car, Yara tugged at the corner of her coat, deep in thought.

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