A Touch of Sweetness (Finnick Norton and Vivian William) novel Chapter 912

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 912

Vivian whipped out her ID and provided a long explanation before she successfully convinced the receptionist to let her in.

She had been here many times, so she knew where Finnick’s office was.

On the way to the office, she bumped into the lady who brought her up the last time she was here. Hence, they both headed up together.

Vivian was surprised when the lady entered Finnick’s office beside her.

“Who are you?” she inquired. The woman seemed really ordinary but could enter the president’s office as she please, so Vivian felt slightly vexed at that.

“I’m Mr. Norton’s assistant,” the woman replied with a smile. Vivian glanced at her for the last time and fell silent.

Previously, Finnick only hires male assistants. Why did he hire a female assistant now? Vivian was upset, but she didn’t say anything.

She waited for a long time, but Finnick didn’t show up. After putting the desserts on his desk, she left his office.

“Mrs. Norton, are you leaving?”

The assistant knew who Vivian was, so she greeted Vivian politely.

“Mm. I’m busy.”

Vivian gave her a nod and strode out.

The reason Vivian showed little interest in this assistant was that the latter had a curvy body and pleasant attitude.

I left some snacks on your desk. Enjoy!

Vivian sent Finnick a text, but he didn’t reply after a long wait.

Instead of waiting patiently for his reply, Vivian headed back to work.

When it was time to get off work, she realized Finnick still hadn’t replied to her text. She immediately switched off her phone.

He should be busy, she comforted herself.

Yet, she couldn’t shake off that niggling feeling in her heart.

When she reached home, Finnick hadn’t returned yet. Vivian had dinner with Larry and went to bed alone.

Yesterday, when I went to his office with some snacks, he didn’t show up. Don’t tell me he wasn’t in a meeting? Was he with Lexi instead?

The more she thought about it, the more furious she was. Ignoring everyone else, she strode out of her office and drove to Finnor Group.

The receptionist was about to stop her from entering, but Vivian’s gaze was so terrifying. The next minute, Vivian’s words shocked her into silence.

“I am Mrs. Norton, Vivian Morrison.”

Everyone, including the receptionist, dared not stop her from entering the building.

They had just found out about their president’s scandal with Lexi Jackson.

They also knew the name of their president’s wife.

That was how they confirmed Vivian’s identity.

Vivian stalked upstairs and came to a stop in front of the assistant’s desk. “Where is Finnick?”

The assistant was dumbfounded. Mrs. Norton has always been nice to me.