The Runaway Groom

Zachary was worn out since work schedule had been tight for days. He called Ken during his break, intending to ask how Lulu and Star were doing, but Ken never answered. Tapping his fingers impatiently on his table, he thought about it for a while and decided to call Lulu instead.

However, since she had put her phone on silent before sleeping last night and was busy coaxing Star to sleep, she did not hear it vibrate.

Unable to reach Lulu or Ken pushed Zachary over the brink, and he did not hesitate to drive home immediately.

Meanwhile, Ken lay down on the living room couch as if he owned the place he was not one who would put himself through any suffering anyway.

Vivian was left gaping when she arrived at the place Ken told her to go to.

It was a ton of furniture! She was basically told to move houses!

And how was she supposed to do it?! She had never moved that many things in a single day, and she would be exhausted!

When she whipped out her phone, ready to call a moving company, her phone jingled with a message from Ken.

[Do it yourself. If you get help, I won't keep your secret.]

Vivian was stamping her feet angrily but soon realized that he would not know since he was not there. She could agree to his demand while asking a mover to do it anyway. Hence, she quickly typed: [Got it.]

[Oh, and just so you know, there are cameras in that parking lot. I can watch you with my phone, so don't ask for help, or it wouldn't just be your secret being exposed.]

Vivian was absolutely furious and clenching her fists and huffing as she typed rapidly: [How could you do this to me?]

[I could even spice up my story and have Mr. Slate fire you. I'm not part of the management team, but my words hold sway-nothing's easier than having a mere secretary like you fired.]

Ken was really harassing Vivian for no particular reason at all, but Vivian could not do anything about it even though she was livid.

She could only suffer her defeat in silence, even if she never suffered or was beaten this badly!

Restraining her temper, she replied: [Got it.]

Ken was laughing in turn-such harassment was certainly a must when it came to bitches like her.

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"It's fine, Irene. I'm not that delicate." Erin picked up Tommy and placed him on her lap.

"You're really spoiling him." Irene sighed disapprovingly.

Erin smiled. "Are you alright on your own? You're taking care of two children."