Chapter 58: Ruined, Only to Be Kept by Himself

"You..."

Vivian Hale's pupils contracted sharply, and she recoiled two steps in absolute shock to look at Ian, her eyes completely filled with defensive guard.

How on earth could this person materialize at this exact spot?

"Tramp! It's all because of you that our couple lost our jobs simultaneously, cutting off our very last avenue of retreat. This lord has come to settle scores with you today—"

Ian growled in a low baritone, his features turning hideously contorted from venomous resentment, closing in on her step by step like a frantic wild beast.

"Calm your self down!"

Vivian realized that the situation was heavily dangerous, her heart pounding frantically against her ribs. Forcefully suppressing her terror, she attempted to persuade him.

"Your dismissal happened entirely because you yourselves violated the conglomerate's regulations. Even without my presence, President Vance had already unearthed your devious actions ahead of schedule. This is far from my responsibility, and whatever you do, do not layer one mistake onto another. There are surveillance cameras installed completely across this entire sector; if an accident erupts, you won't be able to escape either."

"You are spewing utter bullshit! If it hadn't been for you meddling in affairs, they never would have investigated back onto our heads."

Ian scanned his brutal gaze viciously across her form, "Weren't you remarkably powerful and aggressively arrogant previously, Director Hale? This lord is going to thoroughly ruin you today, making you regret every single fraction of your actions from before!"

With that, he lunged violently straight toward Vivian.

Vivian’s face was deathly white as she spun around to flee toward the living room, simultaneously grabbing absolutely any object within her field of vision to hurl backward.

However, they were effortlessly swiped away by Ian.

He had already pressed right before her face, grabbing her hands to firmly pin her form onto the sofa, his entire body pressing down. The massive disparity in raw strength left Vivian completely unable to scramble free.

While keeping her controlled, Ian fished his phone out from his pocket, aiming the camera lens straight toward her form.

"What on earth do you want to do!" Vivian’s countenance looked exceptionally hideous.

"What do I want to do?" Ian let out a cold sneer, a wretched expression rippling across his face, "Don't women of your caliber place the absolute highest value onto your own purity? This lord is going to ravage you to death today, and record the entire suite of it."

The blood across Vivian’s entire form plummeted into absolute frost in an instant. Forcing down her intense terror, she counseled him: "The exact millisecond you execute a matter of this type, it constitutes a criminal offense. I will definitely alert the police, and you will be hauled into a prison cell to serve time when that happens. The entire remainder of your life will be thoroughly destroyed; do you truly intend to ruin your own self solely to enact a revenge against my form?"

"Hmph, this lord has already been reduced to a ghost state like this today, what sort of consequences should I still care about? If you dare to alert the police, I will expose the video to let the entire world witness it, leaving you unable to lift your head for your entire life."

Ian had transparently prepared to force a mutual destruction, using his body to pin her down deathly tight.

Vivian’s fingernails scratched bloody gashes entirely across his arms, yet she remained completely unable to shake his massive strength.

Witnessing her clothes on the absolute verge of being ripped open, Vivian’s hand brushed against the phone nestled in the absolute corner of the sofa.

Exerting her absolute best to rely onto her sheer instinct, she dialed a call out to seek salvation.

No matter who on earth it was, as long as someone could accept the call, please...

...

At this exact moment, Silas Vance was currently inside his office, clutching a subtly yellowed photograph in his hand.

Within the frame of the photograph, Vivian Hale wore a graduation academic gown standing beneath the radiant sunshine, her long hair draped over her shoulders, her smile bright and deeply moving, leaving every surrounding object completely eclipsed into dimness.

This was a photograph he had surreptitiously treasured for a full five years—the absolute sole one in existence.

To his surprise, right at this critical millisecond, he accepted a phone call dispatched from Vivian.

He tapped to accept the call virtually immediately.

Yet before he could open his mouth to speak, a chaotic commotion drifted from the opposite end.

"Release your grip on me... get away..."

The familiar female voice arrived, yet it was heavily laced with shuddering vibrations and intense terror.

Silas's countenance altered drastically, violently rising to his feet from his chair, yet the call was abruptly disconnected at this exact millisecond.

When he dialed back, the call failed to connect to a single person from beginning to end.

At this exact millisecond, a powerfully ominous premonition surged straight onto his heart. The man strode straight outside, simultaneously contacting the hackers under his command.

"Investigate Vivian Hale's tracks for my benefit immediately, grant me an answer within five minutes."

He himself rapidly descended the elevator, driving his car out to search for Vivian’s whereabouts.

...

On the alternate end, Adrian Cross was also looking for a person.

Ever since Tiffany Rose vanished after embezzling the funds, Adrian had immediately dispatched personnel to investigate her whereabouts.

Today, he had finally managed to gather a few pieces of intelligence, hearing that she had materialized near the South Bay Residential District.

Therefore, he immediately abandoned the tasks in his hands, coming down to the vicinity of the residential district personally to exit his car and search.

As a result, because his pace was far too hurried along the journey, he accidentally collided into a man dressed in a suit, who transparently appeared to be an agent.

The files clutched in the man's hands dropped onto the ground with a loud clatter.

A contract document floated out from the interior.

Adrian's eyes happened to catch sight of Vivian Hale's name written on top. His eyes illuminated in a split second, and utilizing the excuse of providing assistance, he bent his waist to scoop it up.

He finally discerned the rental address listed on top with crystal clarity, a wave of joy rippling through his heart.

"Thank you." Leo extracted the contract out from his hands, rising his body to depart.

Adrian hurriedly rushed toward the address immediately.

His father had instructed him to salvage the relationship, and he had reflected on it meticulously after returning home.

Vivian loved him that absolutely, how could she abruptly cease to love him just like that?

As long as he relaxed his attitude and relied onto their many years of affection to communicate with Vivian properly, there remained a fair pocket of space to salvage the situation.

Pondering this, he finally arrived outside the apartment door.

He was just intending to pound onto the door.

Right at this exact millisecond, he suddenly caught a wave of a furious roar drifting from inside the room.

"You smelly bitch, this lord absolutely must force myself onto your body today..."

"Release your grip!"

Adrian’s pupils contracted sharply, realizing exactly what was transpiring inside. He just prepared to break into the property with a sudden kick.

Yet right at the absolute instant before launching the kick, his movements ground to a sudden halt.

At this exact moment, a myriad of chaotic notions flashed across his mind.

Adrian suddenly reflected—if... Vivian truly suffered a violation and was no longer pure, could Silas Vance still look upon her with favor?

When that time came, he would be the absolute sole person left who would still want her form, and she could only return to his side in a completely submissive manner.

Thinking up to this point, he took a deep breath, closing his twin eyes in a heavily suppressed manner.

Inside the room, Vivian vaguely caught a wave of commotion drifting from the outside.

"Is there anyone outside? Save me, I beg you to save me!"

called out for salvation with her absolute best efforts, her cheeks flushed a deep red, her voice cracking past its pitch.

Yet no matter how intensely she called out, absolutely no one marched inside from outside the door from beginning to end.

Adrian stood right by the entrance, clenching his fists deathly tight, the veins violently bulging across his neck, yet he was still exerting an effort to suppress his fury.

Particularly upon hearing a sharp, tragic shriek abruptly drifting from inside, his face looked exceptionally intertwined with agony and absolute conflict.

Yet he still failed to break inside nonetheless.

Right at this exact millisecond, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed from behind his form.

Adrian subconsciously spun his head back, and catching sight of Silas Vance arriving, the center of his brows knit tightly together.

Silas also froze for a brief moment of surprise upon encountering his form, yet he possessed absolute zero leisure to manage that much.

"Step aside."

He took two strides forward, getting ready to kick the door open to march inside.

To his shock, in the very next second, Adrian actually blocked right before the entrance.

"I advise you had best refrain from marching inside right now!" His tone carried a sharp warning.

He transparently failed to intend to permit him inside.

Silas's ink-black eyes plummeted into total darkness, his entire form emitting a wave of sharp, lethal intent that commanded absolute terror within a fleeting instant, "Adrian Cross, what on earth do you think you are doing!"

"I am acting for your own benefit. Vivian doesn't wish to view your face right now."

"Scoundrel! Roll your ass out of my way." Silas lacked any time to engage in a verbal spat with his form, violently shoving him aside.

Adrian, however, clamped a deathly tight grip onto his arm, controlling his movements.

"You have arrived far too late right now. Have you given a single fraction of thought as to what exactly she has encountered, and what sort of a scene you will look upon after you march inside? Do you intend to drive her into a complete collapse? Right now she requires a single person to remain quiet, do not march inside to pierce straight into her wound..."

Every single one of his long-winded sentences was capable of violently stimulating Silas's nerves.

Silas violently unleashed a fierce fist straight toward his face, his force astonishingly massive.

Adrian was soundly knocked to the floor on the spot, his forehead crashing heavily onto the wall on one side, the pain causing his vision to swim into complete blackness.

Silas, however, failed to cast another single glance at his form, throwing the property door open with a sudden kick and rushing inside with long strides.

His gaze searched in all four directions for Vivian’s silhouette.

The exact millisecond his eyes caught sight of the scene inside the living room, his pupils contracted sharply, his footsteps grinding to a sudden halt.

"I stated long ago that she is already no longer pure."

At this moment, Adrian forcefully suppressed his pain, clutching his forehead as he kept pace inside, delivering his demonstration toward his face: "I am the absolute sole person who won't despise her form and am still willing to keep her. From this day forward, I will definitely look after her meticulously..."

As a result, before his words could fully fall from his mouth, he was soundly shocked and frozen right on the spot by the absolute scene before his eyes.