Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick) novel Chapter 191

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 191

Vivian’s heart skipped a beat.

All she could do was agree with Sarah as she awkwardly laughed. “It’s nothing. He didn’t do much. It was something simple for him. Don’t expect too much from him.”

Sarah continued, “I don’t care. He’s the savior of our company. Vivian, you have to bring your husband along to the company trip this time. We have to thank him for what he’s done. He’s really our savior. Aren’t I right, guys?”

“Obviously!” Everyone agreed with Sarah’s suggestion.

Shannon sat back down, upset and huffing. She thought, Yes, yes. Continue smiling. You’ve already crossed the chief editor’s wife. Ashley looks like someone you should never cross. Let’s see how much longer you’ll be happy, Vivian.

Everyone in the office was keen to meet Vivian’s husband.

However, Vivian and Finnick were still giving each other the cold shoulder. She was stumped. She did not know what answer she should give them.

She was conflicted.

She was still angry with Finnick, and she did not want to bring him along on her company trip. However, if she did not, everyone would start to doubt her.

However, if she did, then everyone would find out that her husband was the popular president of Finnor Group, Finnick Norton. The latter is worse!

Pretending to have suddenly thought of something, Vivian said to Sarah, “Sarah, I left my bag downstairs. Let me go and take it. Help me take the calls for a while.”

At that, Vivian left the office with a reddened face.

Her colleagues started discussing. They wondered if her husband was abnormally ugly, and if that was the reason she was embarrassed to bring him along. They even wondered if perhaps she did not even have a husband. Maybe it was an illicit lover or an old friend. Otherwise, why else would that person help her with this? That person would be doomed if Finnick found out about it. Their life would be over.

Right then, Shannon added fuel to the fire. “Look at that cheap ring on her finger, and you’ll know what kind of husband she has. He must not be someone important; he must be a minor character working in Finnor Group. He’s no one to brag about. Why do you even need to think about this?”

Jenny could not bear to continue listening. She huffed, “Shannon, what do you know? You only know how to talk rubbish. Can’t you be someone nicer? Why are you talking bad about someone’s husband?”