Chapter 403

Julian Blackthorn's striking features lit up with unrestrained joy.

If Vivian Lockhart had truly moved on from Nathaniel Blackwood, he was certain his genuine devotion would eventually win her heart.

"You don't stand a chance. Once I wrap up my business here, I'm getting married."

Vivian sliced through her steak with calm precision.

Julian's expression darkened instantly. "Married? To whom?"

"That's none of your concern."

His initial panic faded as confidence took over. "Whoever he is—as long as he isn't a Blackwood, and as long as you're not already his—I'll make you love me."

"Confidence is admirable when applied correctly."

Vivian locked eyes with him. "Now, tell me Nathaniel Blackwood's schedule for tonight."

"Still obsessed with him, I see—"

Julian exhaled, relenting. "His calendar shows a candlelit dinner, just like yours."

"Oh?"

Interest sparked in Vivian's gaze. "With who?"

"Cassandra Delacroix. While you were gone, they grew... close. Rumor says wedding bells might ring soon."

"Perfect!"

Genuine delight flashed across Vivian's face.

If Nathaniel married Cassandra, he'd lose all interest in her children.

Cassandra wasn't the nurturing type. She'd never tolerate stepchildren.

"Let them marry quickly. Nothing would bring me more peace."

Vivian practically glowed as she savored her meal.

Julian studied her skeptically. "This isn't an act?"

"Do I look like I'm acting?"

Her happiness was too palpable to fake.

"After you and Nathaniel left four years ago, my family made my life hell." Julian's voice turned bitter. "Grandfather, father, mother—all berated me for failing to win you. When they heard you'd returned? They celebrated like I'd been handed a second chance. Their orders were clear: claim you, whatever the cost."

"What exactly is the Baldwin family offering?"

Vivian smirked.

"Nothing extravagant. Just unlimited funds."

"I don't need money right now."

"Don't refuse yet." Julian clinked his glass against hers. "Lockhart Enterprises is planning something big. You'll need capital. The Baldwins have relocated assets to Newport City. I anticipate our... fruitful collaboration."

Vivian frowned.

Julian never made empty promises. Whatever game he was playing, the pieces were already in motion.

After dinner, they descended via elevator.

Night had deepened, painting the city in glittering lights.

As the elevator descended, Vivian recalled Mandy's ridiculous legend—that soulmates would reunite here.

Childish nonsense.

She chuckled—then froze.

In the ascending elevator opposite them stood Nathaniel Blackwood, hands in pockets, his icy gaze locking onto hers.