“And what makes you so sure it was him?” Simon asked, tone low.
“Well, who else could it be?” Vivian blinked at him.
“He’s the only one with that kind of power—and he was the one who saved us last night!
Honestly, people like him are rare. Such a good boss.”
“Heh.”
Simon’s short laugh was cold as steel.
He rose, turned, and shut the bedroom door with a sharp bang.
Vivian stared after him, bewildered.
What did I say this time?

Friday evening, just as Vivian was wrapping up her work,
a pair of manicured hands slammed down on her desk.
Summer Wen.
“Vivian Wen! You tricked me about the overtime pay, didn’t you?!”
Ah.
So she’d finally figured it out.
Vivian smiled sweetly.
“Tricked you? I’m just a rookie, same as you.
How was I supposed to know our company’s pay scale wasn’t international standard?”
“You—!”
Before Summer could explode, Sister Liang stepped out of her office.
“Molly, what are you doing here?
Didn’t I tell you to go home and get ready for the gala tonight?”
“But she—” Summer started.
“Enough. Vivian, you’re coming too,” Sister Liang added.
“What? Her?” Summer snapped.
“Why does she get to go?”
“She’s my assistant. What’s the problem?”
Summer scoffed.
“Problem? She’ll just embarrass Huasheng Entertainment dressed like a pauper!”
She flipped her hair and stormed off.
Vivian merely smiled.
“What gala is it, Sister Liang?”
“A celebration party for the new film that just broke two billion at the box office.
Lots of big names will be there. It’s a great chance for you to network.”
At the door, Sister Liang paused, turning back.
“Dress formally. This event really matters.”

That night, Vivian tore through her closet.
Formal clothes? She hardly had any.
Then her hand brushed something soft at the bottom of her suitcase—
the white gown she’d worn at her engagement banquet.
It was her finest piece by far.
She slipped it on, curled her hair into a princess bun,
and was adjusting her reflection in the mirror when the door opened.
Simon Min stepped in.
For a moment, he simply stopped.
She turned toward him, smiling shyly.
“Mr. Min, how do I look?”
The white gown set off her fair skin like moonlight;
her delicate features glowed with both innocence and quiet allure.
For a heartbeat, he forgot to breathe.
“Where are you going?” he finally asked.
“The company’s gala. Lots of industry people are coming,
so I figured I should dress up properly.”
“I see.”
He placed his briefcase down.
“Who’ll be there?”
“Some artists, my supervisor… I’m not sure who else.”
Simon knew the event—
Huasheng Entertainment’s celebration for its blockbuster film.
It would be filled with sharks and peacocks alike.
He studied her outfit again.
Too pure. Too striking.
She’d draw every jealous eye in the room.
“You can’t wear that.”
“Why not?” Vivian blinked.
Without answering, he grabbed his jacket.
“Come on.”
“Where are we going?”
“To get you something else.”
“But it’s almost time—!”
He ignored her protests, pulling her gently but firmly out the door.
A short taxi ride later, they arrived at a small boutique tucked on a quiet street.
It didn’t look flashy, but every detail screamed exclusivity.
A man with shoulder-length hair greeted them with a knowing smile.
Simon gestured toward Vivian.
“She’s yours. One hour. I want something that’s bold but understated.”
The stylist laughed softly, massaging his temple.
“Your requests are always so exciting, Mr. Min.”
He took Vivian’s hand and led her into the fitting room.
Exactly an hour later,
the curtain pulled back—
and a transformed Vivian Wen stepped into the light.