Chapter 42
Vivian locked all the doors and lay back down on the bed.
Maybe it was because Logan had left, but she slept especially soundly this time.
The next day, Vivian made herself breakfast. As she ate, she scrolled through the latest financial news from Durmont on her phone.
An unlisted number came in, and her grip on her phone tightened slightly.
Even without a contact name, she knew this number all too well.
She frowned at the string of digits for a long while. Just before the ringtone was about to stop, she swiped to answer.
A voice she hadn’t heard in nearly seven years came through the phone. It was familiar, yet strangely distant.
“Vivi, it’s Dad. I’m on a business trip passing through Baymoor. I heard you’re getting married, so I wanted to see you? Are you free right now? Could you come out to meet me?”
Vivian frowned, and a trace of emotion leaked into her cool, clear gaze. “Address.”
Derrick Hartwell readily gave her an address.
Vivian glanced down at the time. It was still two hours before her appointment with Kingston.
After ending the call, she lost her appetite. So, she tidied up briefly and headed out.
The address Derrick gave her was a relatively high–end hotel in Baymoor.
After entering the hotel and giving Derrick’s name, a waiter led her into the restaurant.
The man seated at the dining table was dressed in a casual yet refined outfit–clearly a carefully selected luxury brand at a glance.
After all these years, he seemed to have hardly changed. His hair was still thick and dark, and there was an added air of refined elegance that only time could cultivate.
When he saw her approach, he raised a hand, signaling for her to sit in the chair in front of him. “Sit.”
She took her seat silently, and he pushed the bank card toward her. “This is a wedding gift I prepared for you.”
As if such generosity could come without strings attached.
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Vivian lowered her gaze and glanced at it indifferently. Then, she pushed the card back toward
him.
When her mother left the Hartwell family, she hadn’t taken a single cent. Vivian didn’t need Derrick’s money either.
“What do you want from me?” Vivian asked bluntly.
Derrick let out a soft laugh. “Vivian, you’re still too much like your mother.”
Vivian didn’t respond.
Derrick sighed lightly. “Since you’ve asked so directly, I won’t beat around the bush. I’ll just tell you why I came to see you this time.”
Sure enough, Vivian wasn’t surprised at all.
Derrick continued, “When your grandfather passed away, he left you 15% of the Hartwell Group’s shares. You’ve been away from the Hartwell family for so many years, so those shares are meaningless to you. You might as well give them to me.”
Vivian looked up at him. “I’ve already entrusted those shares to Camille.”
Derrick smiled gently, putting on a warm, benevolent expression. “You’ve only entrusted her with managing them, and you never transferred them to her. Over the years, she’s disregarded your status as sisters and never given you a single cent in dividends. Those shares under your name are of no use to you.”
Once again, he pushed the bank card toward Vivian.
Chapter 43
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