Chapter 2 Being Mr. Cheal's Benefactor

At the other end of the phone, Yorlien was ecstatic, and there was even a slight quiver in her voice.

"Mr. Cheal?"

Yoona looked at the ring on the table. She suddenly remembered that Mr. Cheal had attended the socialites' gathering and that he was wearing the ring.

The diamond ring passed down from the ancestors of the Cheal Family.

Thinking that Vivian was at the hospital yesterday, Yoona instantly understood that Vivian saved Morris Cheal in the hospital!

It was because Vivian had pretended to her at the hospital that Morris thought that she had saved him.

She had unexpectedly become Morris Cheal's savior!

It was even more surprising than winning a lottery.

"Mommy, I have something to deal with now. Let's talk later."

Yoona hid her ecstasy. While Vivian was not paying attention, Yoona quietly took the ring on the table and walked to Vivian. She said confidently, "If things like this happens again, your adoptive parents will die."

And she left angrily.

Vivian wanted to sleep for a while after she returned at midnight, but she didn't expect to sleep too much.

At that time, she was not in the mood to argue with Yoona. She found a mask to cover her face and immediately rushed to the hospital to find the man.

The reward of 100 million dollars.

That was in exchange for her life.

However, when she went to the hospital, the nurse said that the man had woken up at night and left directly.

He didn't even leave any contact information.

"Liar, bastard!"

Vivian was furious. "That 1,000 dollars is my living expenses for two months!"

As expected, men keep lying.

She lost 1,000 dollars, and more than 100 dollars was deducted by the platform because she didn't deliver her takeout.

She delivered takeout during free time, but the money she made from two days off was all lost.

Vivian was heartbroken.

The society was complicated and she was still innocent.

In the next few days, she worked harder every day. After work, she worked part-time for takeout and sent meals to her adoptive parents in the hospital.

Things happened in Shades Club.

Vivian, who was dressed in security uniforms, and her colleagues in the security team were sitting in the monitoring room. She complained, "If I hadn't saved that ungrateful bastard, how could I only have two meals a day for a week? I am hungry and become thinner."

After the car accident, her adoptive father was still in a coma, and her adoptive mother accompanied her adoptive father in the hospital every day.

Although Yoona's parents paid for the medical expenses, Vivian still had to pay for a lot of daily expenses every day.

She had already run out of her 1,000 dollars for the man's operation.

"Vivian, don't you even know his name and appearance?"

John Chad, his colleague, asked.

Vivian shook her head. "I remember his appearance, but he was in a coma at that time. How could I know his name... he, he ... do you see..."

Vivian, who was talking, suddenly pointed at a person in the surveillance video. "That's the man! That's him!"

Saying that, she pounded the table and said angrily, "You bastard, I finally find you." She stood up and walked out.

"Vivian, wait."

John grabbed Vivian's wrist and pointed at the person in the monitor in disbelief. "Are you sure that's the man?"

"I can recognize him even if he turns into ashes."

Vivian turned around to leave, but John immediately stood in front of her. "Vivian, calm down. His name is Morris Cheal and he is the heir of the Cheal Family, which is one of the four great families in Houston. He is cold and ruthless, and he is a man good at fight."

"Morris Cheal?"

Vivian couldn't help but gasp.

The club she was at was the top one in Houston. All the people who came were businessmen and celebrities, so she was familiar with Morris Cheal's name.

"What kind of person is he? If he wants to repay your kindness, it's just a piece of cake. Since he doesn't want to find you, he doesn't want to give you the money. Vivian, life-saving is more important. It's just 1,000 dollars. Let it go as you do something kind."

"I..."

Vivian was momentarily at a loss for words. She felt that John's words made sense.

But she was still unwilling to give up.

After walking out of the monitoring room and asking other colleagues, she learned that Morris was in Box 908.

Vivian waited patiently. It was not until one o'clock at midnight that she saw Morris, who was dressed in a black shirt. Morris walked out of the box and entered the elevator.

She stepped forward and followed him in.

The below eighth floor of the Shades Club were bars, and the hotel suite was upon.

In the elevator, Vivian glanced at Morris, who was half a head taller than her. He smelled of alcohol, and his handsome face was abnormally red. From time to time, his slender fingers pulled the tie around his neck, as if he was a little hot after getting drunk.

"Which floor are you going to?"

Suddenly, he asked coldly.

Vivian glanced at the button that was lighted and said, "The 38th floor."

As she finished answering, Morris didn't say anything.

The bell tinkled.

On the 38th floor, the door opened.

Morris walked out, and Vivian followed.

However, Morris, who had only walked a few steps forward, suddenly stopped. Vivian accidentally bumped into his back. "Oh no, Sorry... Hmm..."

Before she could finish her apology, the man in front of her suddenly turned around and grabbed her neck with his big hand. He said coldly, "Tell me, who the hell are you?"

"It hurts..."

Unable to breathe, Vivian's brain was short of oxygen. She patted Morris' hand and said, "Let me go, I... I can't breathe..."

Hearing the voice, Morris frowned slightly and took off her security cap she was wearing. He asked "You are a woman?"

Vivian was working in the club. In order to avoid obscenity, she disguised her voice and her face as a man.

Except for the manager and the security department, few people knew that she was a woman.

"Yes, yes."

"Tell me, who sent you here?"

"I... I just want to..."

Before Vivian could finish her words, Morris interrupted her. "You want to be my woman?"

He had long discovered that the little security guard in front of him was sneaky, and his alcohol was also drugged.

Sure enough, it was the woman who had drugged his drink and wanted sleep with him.

Vivian was almost choked to death.

Bastard, he repaid kindness with revenge!

She cursed angrily, "Be... be your..." Before she could finish her curse, the man let go of her neck.

Vivian's body went limp and she fell to the ground. She held on to the ground and panted heavily, coughing uncontrollably.

It was only then that she realized that there were all private rooms on the 38th floor .

The cold-colored decoration designs were luxurious and high-end.

It seemed that Morris had already noticed that something was wrong with her.