A Heaven-sent Sweet Child Falls Asking for Hugs-Chapter 21: Vivian, Why Aren’t You Talking?

Unwilling to submit to Jasper Ford, Vivian Quincy was defiant to the death.

Although Vivian Quincy didn’t know Jasper Ford’s intentions, she could clearly feel his displeasure and contempt for her.

Although Jasper Ford was intentionally closing in on her, his eyes were cold. Vivian Quincy saw this clearly, but she couldn’t guess his true intentions. ’He won’t dare to get serious if I don’t cry out.’ With that thought, she stubbornly kept her mouth shut tight.

Seeing her like this, the light in the man’s eyes grew colder.

"You asked for this." Jasper Ford gave a dangerous smile. He despised disobedient women. As his hand tightened its grip, Vivian Quincy felt as if her entire jaw was about to be torn off!

Vivian Quincy gasped in pain.

"Vivian, why aren’t you talking?" Hayden Kaye’s anxious voice came from the phone.

Vivian Quincy tried to cry out for help, but Jasper Ford suddenly tightened his grip. She couldn’t stop a sharp "AH!" from escaping her lips. The pain made her eyes redden. ’This is too much! How can he be so rough!’

It was as if Jasper Ford was doing it on purpose. Every time Vivian Quincy tried to speak, he would squeeze her jaw, causing her to make bizarre noises—so bizarre that Hayden Kaye, on the other end of the line, grew suspicious.

At that very moment, Hayden Kaye, who was waiting right outside Vivian Quincy’s apartment, began pounding frantically on her door. "Vivian, are you sick? Just say something! Why do you sound so strange? Vivian, talk to me!"

Jasper Ford let out a soft laugh, his resonant voice crisp and clear.

"Vivian, why is there a man laughing over there? Where are you? Tell me where you are!" The frantic pounding on the door suddenly stopped. Sensing something was wrong, Hayden Kaye stood frozen, listening intently to the sounds coming through the phone.

Jasper Ford knew all of this.

Overcome with humiliation, Vivian Quincy fought back tears as she choked out, "You’re a devil."

"Hm?" The man clearly didn’t like her answer. It was the first time anyone had dared to be so bold with him. "I’ll give you one more chance," he said.

"You’re a devil... AH... don’t..." ’He’s going to twist my jaw off! That bastard!’

Vivian Quincy’s scream was sharp and loud. On the other end of the line, Hayden Kaye finally heard it clearly. Something had happened to Vivian. He suddenly panicked and shouted her name into the phone, "Vivian, where are you?! Tell me right now! Are you at home? If you are, just answer me! Vivian!"

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

The call had been disconnected. When Hayden Kaye tried calling back, the phone was already off. He desperately tried to break down the door, finally getting the building’s management to open it for him. The apartment was completely empty—not a soul in sight. Hayden Kaye was utterly lost.

’She’s not here!’

’Then where is she?’

’Could she be with that scoundrel, Jeremy King?!’

’That damn old bastard! I’m going to kill you!’

Frantic, Hayden Kaye ran downstairs while calling Jasper Ford for help. ’To save her, I need backup!’

Meanwhile, in a warehouse belonging to the Imperium Group, Jasper Ford glanced silently at his phone but showed no intention of answering, simply letting it ring on and on.

Hearing the ringing, Vivian Quincy felt as if she’d been thrown a lifeline. "Aren’t you going to answer your phone?"

"Want to know who’s calling?" Jasper Ford asked her.

Vivian Quincy had no interest in knowing. All she wanted was to use the distraction to escape.

Jasper Ford saw through her intentions and warned her in a low voice, "You’d best not make a move until I say you can leave. Otherwise, you’ll be the only one to suffer."

"I wasn’t," Vivian Quincy explained, her voice lacking conviction.

Jasper Ford tapped the spot between her eyebrows. "See that you don’t."

Vivian Quincy’s cheeks burned, and she was both angry and annoyed. "Mr. Ford, aren’t you afraid your fiancée will be upset by this?" ’If I remember correctly, he and Wanda Quincy just made up. After six years together, their relationship should be rock-solid. He shouldn’t be doing something like this to a new employee!’

’At least, in my impression, a man from Jasper Ford’s background should be extremely careful about his image. Every word and action of his can affect the company. If he were the type to womanize and lead a scandalous private life, the tabloids would be having a field day. The fact that there’s nothing suggests he isn’t like that. So, he must just be toying with me.’

’And if he’s just playing around, he should still have to consider his fiancée’s feelings.’

Vivian Quincy hoped Jasper Ford would be more rational. ’I want nothing to do with Wanda Quincy’s fiancé. The whole idea is disgusting!’

Whether her words angered him or not, Jasper Ford suddenly released her. Vivian Quincy nearly fell to the floor, hastily grabbing the corner of a table to steady herself.

Sensing Jasper Ford’s gaze on her, a puzzled Vivian Quincy looked down. She discovered her shirt had ridden up, exposing her midriff. Blushing furiously, she quickly covered her stomach and snapped, "Don’t look!"

"Report to my office tomorrow." Jasper Ford averted his gaze.

Vivian Quincy was stunned. "Report? For what?"

"Starting tomorrow, you’ll be my personal assistant," Jasper Ford said, nonchalantly brushing his slightly rumpled sleeves as he stood up.

Vivian Quincy was dumbfounded. She couldn’t help but remind him, "Mr. Ford, I’m just a junior employee at the factory. My expertise is in planning, not being an assistant. You should find someone else."

"In my company, you do what I tell you to do. Understand?" the man scoffed.

Not backing down, Vivian Quincy retorted, "I won’t be an assistant. I’ll stay here as a rank-and-file employee. Goodbye, Mr. Ford. I won’t see you out."

"Vivian Quincy, don’t test my patience." Jasper Ford pinched her defiant cheek. "Then again, you could just be my *personal* assistant. I might even consider giving you a hefty raise."

"In your dreams!" Vivian Quincy shot back.

Jasper Ford chuckled. "We could arrange for that promotion right now, if you’d like."

An inexplicable chill shot up from the soles of her feet. Vivian Quincy was truly scared of Jasper Ford now.

’This man is a lunatic!’

’They barely know each other! He’s the CEO of the massive Imperium Group, worth hundreds of billions—what kind of woman couldn’t he have if he wanted? Why is he picking on a minor employee like me?’

Vivian Quincy had a bad feeling. Her intuition screamed that if she gave in to Jasper Ford now, he would surely torment her every single day from now on.

’So, I absolutely cannot agree!’

Having made up her mind, Vivian Quincy said, "I refuse."

"Say that again." A powerful, dangerous aura radiated from him.

The immense pressure radiating from him was suffocating, making it hard for Vivian to breathe. Terrified that he would do something inhuman to her, she nodded her head frantically. "I was wrong! I agree! I’ll report to your office tomorrow, I promise..."

"That’s a good girl." Jasper Ford patted her cheek, satisfied. As he let her go, he added a final warning, "And when you come to work from now on, wear less."

Vivian Quincy’s face instantly turned beet red. "That’s none of your business!" she retorted, her cheeks burning.

"Talking back?" Jasper Ford shot her a cold glare.

Terrified, Vivian Quincy snapped her mouth shut. She was afraid that if she said another word, she would send Jasper Ford into a towering rage. ’If he loses his temper and tears me apart, there’s no one around. No one would even hear me scream!’