The Stand-In Who Burned the Script novel Chapter 390

[Mysterious Sterling Enterprises CEO Makes Rare Appearance—Injured for Love.]

For love?

Vivian's eyes flickered slightly as she tapped the notification.

The faces in the photo were blurry, clearly taken secretly by a paparazzo.

But the angle was incredible, and the grainy filter gave it the dramatic flair of star-crossed billionaires caught in a tragedy.

However, the woman in the photo was undeniably her, yet the caption blatantly read: 'Suspected to be the Sinclair heiress.'

Scarlett Sinclair?

Vivian tapped her slender finger against the screen, found Scarlett's contact, and hit dial.

The phone rang endlessly, only connecting right before it went to voicemail.

"What do you want!"

Her tone was incredibly aggressive, sounding like she was ready to detonate.

Vivian let out a soft laugh. "Are you sexually frustrated this early in the morning? Why so angry?"

"Yes, I'm sexually frustrated! Are you going to lend me your man to sleep with? Too bad I don't take sloppy seconds. Keep him to yourself!"

"..."

"Dammit..."

Scarlett seemed to grow more furious the longer she spoke. A loud crash echoed through the receiver as she kicked something over.

"If you don't have anything important to say, call the cops for me! That bastard kidnapped me!"

"..." Vivian's lips twitched. "Ms. Sinclair, if you don't actually have the skills to back it up, maybe rein in your temper. It's no wonder that thug keeps losing his mind dealing with you."

"Exactly! The man is an absolute psycho!"

"..."

"Vivian, you need to come save me right now. If something happens to me, my family is definitely going to drag you and Silas into this. And don't you absolutely hate dealing with extra trouble?"

Before Vivian could even reply, a chaotic smashing sound erupted from the other end. The heiress was violently destroying the room, her voice booming like thunder.

"Get the hell out! Tell your boss that if he won't come see me himself, he can just watch me starve to death!"

"..."

What kind of hostage situation gave the victim this much power?

Perhaps last night's conversation had actually worked, because he picked up in less than ten seconds.

"Are you off work yet? I'm downstairs."

Silas paused for two seconds. "I'm in a meeting."

The moment those words left his mouth, the senior executives seated around the conference table practically ignited with the burning flames of gossip.

That tone? That expression? There was absolutely no way that was a business call.

Had Mr. Sterling completely fallen in love?

"Give me ten minutes."

Lowering his phone, Silas's razor-sharp gaze swept across the boardroom. He spoke in an icy, unhurried voice, "It seems none of you have managed to exhaust your brilliance just yet. In that case, spend tonight drafting the necessary solutions. I expect them on my desk first thing tomorrow morning."

Everyone: "..."

Having delivered his final word, the man stood up lazily.

Seeing him preparing to leave, one brave executive mustered the courage to ask, "Mr. Sterling... is the meeting over?"

"Yes," he replied smoothly, casting a casual glance toward the door. "I have a date."