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I Cancel the Engagement and Level Way Up Chapter 88

I Cancel the Engagement and Level Way Up 88

Chapter 88 

Vivian pressed her lips together helplessly. A flicker of awkwardness and a subtle emotion crossed her eyes. 

She quickly patted her cheeks to wake herself up and started walking away. 

Only then did she notice that the pillar she’d been leaning against was carved with tiny figures engaged in all kinds of intimate poses. 

Her face flushed red at once. She hurried off even faster. 

She really couldn’t look at these walls displaying humanity’s most primitive art. 

When Vivian walked out of the hotel, her cheeks were still burning. 

Kingston’s driver already had the car pulled up at the entrance. 

When the driver saw Vivian, he stepped beside the door, smiled politely, and gestured for her to get in. 

Kingston was already in the car. 

Streetlights outside poured through the window and scattered across the sharp lines of his profile, leaving more than half his face hidden in shadow. 

It made him handsome and unsettlingly mysterious. 

The collar she’d messed up earlier now had two buttons undone, and the black shirt in the dim light only made him look more reserved and elegant. Even the gleam of his watch seemed to 

announce his status. 

Vivian hesitated to get into the car. 

The driver remained respectful. When she didn’t move, he said gently, “Ms. Hartwell, please.” 

Vivian replied politely, “Thank you, but I drove here myself.” 

The driver didn’t shut the door. He glanced into the car instead, waiting for instructions. 

Kingston lifted his eyes and looked straight at Vivian. “Get in.” 

His tone was commanding, leaving no room for discussion. 

Vivian pressed her lips together, then bent and climbed in. She had always known when to read the room. There was no point offending someone this powerful over something this small, especially when she still needed him later. 

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She had barely settled into her seat when her phone rang. 

Vivian glanced at the screen. It was the person in charge at the bridal boutique. Only then did she remember she’d forgotten to follow up with them. 

“Good evening, Ms. Hartwell. Our staff delivered your wedding dress to Solidaire as scheduled today, but that location is under renovation. 

“You haven’t updated the address, so we’re calling to ask where you’d like us to deliver the dress. We can arrange for someone to bring it right away.” 

Vivian thought for a moment, then replied nonchalantly, “Send it to the front desk at Avalon Hotel. I’ll pick it up when I get back.” 

The woman sounded like she wasn’t sure she’d heard correctly. “You want it delivered directly to the hotel?” 

Vivian responded with a flat acknowledgment, showing none of the excitement or care a bride was supposed to have. 

There was a long pause. 

“Then, your hair and makeup team will also do your styling at the hotel?” the woman asked. 

guess so,” Vivian said. 

The woman fell silent. She’d worked in the industry for years. She’d met hundreds, if not thousands, of couples. She had never seen a bride care so little about her wedding dress and her hair and makeup. 

Most brides started dropping by constantly a week before the wedding, urging them to hurry and deliver the dress. 

But Vivian had only looked once that day. She hadn’t even tried it on herself. She’d had 

someone do it for her. 

Then, she’d gotten angry and dirtied the dress. She hadn’t asked a single question about the repair afterward. 

It was as if the dress wasn’t hers at all. 

The staff at the bridal boutique had been waiting for gossip, but they never got word that the wedding was canceled, and they never heard anything else either. 

“Alright. Then, we’ll deliver it directly to the hotel where the banquet is being held,” the woman said. 

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“Okay,” Vivian replied softly, and ended the call. 

Kingston turned his head and looked at her. “Your wedding is tomorrow?” 

Vivian nodded. “Yeah.” 

“Congratulations,” he said in a flat tone. 

His words left Vivian momentarily speechless, like something unpleasant she couldn’t swallow. 

“Mr. Howard, try not to lick your lips so much.” 

Kingston looked at her, puzzled. 

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