After 7 Years of Going Dutch, I Returned Home as a Mafia Heiress Chapter 06
At a high-end French restaurant in Kingsburg, the candlelight flickered softly.
Arthur absentmindedly glanced at his phone, then tossed it back onto the table.
Sitting across from him, Jessica was holding a glass of red wine, her smile delicate and radiant.
“Arthur, I recalculated the reserve price for the acquisition. We can squeeze another fifteen percent out of the profit margin.”
“Hmm.”
He gave a perfunctory response, his gaze drifting past the floor-to-ceiling windows to the bustling nightscape below.
An unexpected emptiness opened up in his chest.
He suddenly remembered the afternoon he had pulled Jessica out of the office area. He had looked back.
Vivian’s eyes, usually so full of warmth, had held nothing but a chilling emptiness.
Until that moment, he never imagined Vivian could look at him like he was a stranger.
Did she hate him?
“Arthur?” Jessica called his name again.
“Yeah. Go on.”
“I’m finished.”
“Alright. Let’s leave it at that then.”
He grabbed his napkin and haphazardly wiped his hands. The movement betrayed a frustration he hadn’t even noticed himself.
His phone suddenly vibrated. It was a number from one of his family’s elders.
“You’re in Kingsburg?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Fly back tomorrow.”
“What for?”
“Bring back that girl. The one you slammed the table and swore you’d marry seven years ago. Bring her to see me.”
Arthur’s fingers went rigid.
Seven years ago, he had fought with his father in the study for an entire night.
The elders sneered that Vivian was just some nobody after his money, and that she would absolutely never cross the threshold of this family.
He had smashed his wine glass that night, his words as cold as steel:
“She is better than every woman in this place. One day, you will all see it clearly.”
Arthur didn’t look at her.
He lowered his eyes. His voice was dangerously quiet, cold as a blade pulled from ice water.
“Jessica, you’re fired.”
