Chapter 178

“Oh, I’m well aware,” Vivienne replied smoothly, unfazed. “Preston filled me in. He even offered me a little escort of your men. But you know me, Marco. I hate being told what to do.”

She settled into a nearby chair, crossing her legs with deliberate ease. “Besides,” she added, her gaze locking onto his, “we need to talk about your brother… and that maid.”

Marco groaned, already looking irritated.