The Stand-In Who Burned the Script novel Chapter 426

He was much more polite to Vincent than he was to Marcus.

Not just anyone could pull off the role of a diplomat so seamlessly.

Since Silas had made his stance clear, Vincent didn't push the issue. After giving Vivian a few final words of advice, he took his leave.

The bodyguards had all withdrawn. This feeling...

It truly felt no different than being released from prison.

Vivian stared down the empty corridor, a slow frown creeping onto her face.

A sudden flick against her forehead caught her off guard. "Ouch!" She spun around. "What was that for?"

"What are you spacing out for? Don't you want to leave?"

They had no luggage, so they could walk right out.

Vivian glanced at the phone in Silas's hand. He had clearly just hung up, and his driver was already waiting.

"You could just say that nicely... why do you always have to resort to violence?" she grumbled, turning to slip on her shoes. "I just feel like things went a little too smoothly. Marcus isn't the type to just let things go. So what if Grandpa punished him? He's never been afraid of the old man anyway."

"You seem to know him well."

"Not exactly."

Vivian sighed. "But I do know he's a rabid dog."

...

Silas had actually heard a fair bit about Marcus.

The Vaughan family's business reached into the mainland, mostly as investors, but their core operations were heavily concentrated on the Gold Coast and in Europe.

Even so, Marcus Vaughan's name preceded him.

He was unpredictable, erratic, and fearless of the consequences so long as he achieved his goals.

If he had been obsessing over Darcy for years, there was no way he'd give up after a single missed opportunity. Vivian was right—this wasn't over yet.

The two headed downstairs and got into the waiting car. Vivian stared at Simon, who was sitting in the driver's seat, and asked curiously, "You were here this whole time?"

Simon let out an awkward "Ah."

"Yeah..."

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