Chapter 458: The Ruse of Self-Pity
Ella nodded lightly. "Miss Vivian, the server said you had something to tell me. This isn’t exactly the best place for a conversation. How about we find somewhere more appropriate?"
Vivian’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she chuckled. "Oh, it’s nothing serious. Just wait a moment. After all, I’m a guest. Shouldn’t you show me a little respect?"
Ella found herself speechless. A guest with ill intentions talking about respect?
Vivian was clearly spoiled, indulged by her family to the point of arrogance.
Mia’s expression showed open disdain. This Vivian really was full of herself, acting so entitled just because of her powerful family.
Vivian meticulously curled her lashes and thickened her eyeliner, making her features appear even more pronounced.
"Miss Davis," Vivian began with a faint smile. "Eric and I have known each other for ten years. He’s always been so good to me. Before you appeared, he even promised me that if I completed my degree in Country W, we would get married. If it weren’t for you, I’d be Mrs. Nelson right now."
Vivian’s tone was calm, but Ella raised an eyebrow. "I’m sorry, but love doesn’t work that way. Just because you knew him earlier doesn’t mean he’d love you. My guess is that he made such a promise to keep you from bothering him. Honestly, I find it hard to believe—Eric doesn’t usually make promises. Perhaps you misunderstood?"
Ella’s composed demeanor made Vivian’s anger boil. How could this woman remain unfazed? Not angry, not jealous?
"I’ve known him for so long! Aren’t you jealous? He used to be so, so good to me! We almost even ended up in bed together!" Vivian spat coldly.
Ella shook her head. "I’m sorry, but I’m not jealous. I trust my husband, and I know he wouldn’t have feelings for you."