My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris)

Chapter 296 Vivian was Locked up in the Police Station

If an ordinary balloon exploded, the shockwave wouldn't even hurt a person.

Obviously the balloon had been tampered with and she needed to keep the evidence.

"You're in charge of the wedding? Give back my woman!"

"I knew you guys were the most unreliable."

"My son is hurt, how are you going to pay me back?"

......

When relatives of the Jordan family and the Howard family poured onto the stage, knowing that Vivian

was in charge of this wedding, they rushed straight forward, grabbed Vivian by the hair with a slap, and

slapped her twice on the cheek.

Vivian was looking down for evidence when she was caught off guard by the two slaps on her face, and

her cheeks hurt.

But the next moment, she clutched the wrist of the woman who slapped her cheek, "What are you

doing?"

She roared, her aura exploding instantly, her expression serious and imposing.

"Would an ordinary balloon explode and blow someone up? It has obviously been tampered with! It is

not yet known whether the culprit behind the explosion is an enemy of your Jordan family or Howard

family, or an enemy of my Vivian. If you keep fooling around, the only evidence at the scene will be

gone, and you will never be able to find the murderer then!"

Vivian's hand flung so violently that the lady stumbled backwards and almost fell over, but was helped

by her family.

"Damn it, you've smashed the venue yourself, and you're still justified."

"Beat her."

"She is fucking arrogant."

"How dare you."

......

The crowd didn't listen to Vivian, but swarmed forward to punch and kick her.

However, at the critical moment, Vivian, who had been pushed to the ground, did not feel the pain all

over her body, and opened her eyes only to find that it was Issac who appeared in time to hold her

tightly in his arms.

At such a close distance, she could almost hear Issac's breathing increase with each kick, and the

trembling of his body as he was beaten.

At this moment, Vivian's mind was blank, while all her thoughts fell on Issac's body.

There was surprise, amazement, emotion, excitement, all kinds of emotions rushing to her mind, quite

unpleasant.

At the same time, under the stage, among the crowd that had dispersed, Morris, Ethan, Mike, Yara,

Sue, as well as several journalists who had been specially invited to the scene were all present.

"My God, what the hell is going on?" Yara was so frightened that she covered her mouth and

subconsciously wanted to shout at Mike, but thinking of the need to keep a certain distance in front of

outsiders, she could only say to Morris, "Mr. Morris, go help Vivian."

The man in the suit was standing on the stage, watching the scene on the stage without expression, his

brow lightly knitted, his eyes deep with a hint of coldness.

Beside him, Ethan asked, "Mr. Morris?"

He was asking for Morris’ opinion.

However, as his gaze gazed at Vivian, who was being held tightly by Issac in the crowd, Morris’ eyes

grew darker and darker.

"Mr. Morris, what are you doing standing still? Go and save Vivian." Yara was so anxious that she

jumped to her feet.

However, Morris returned to his senses, glanced at her with cold eyes, turned around and left straight

away.

And at this moment, several reporters specially commissioned by the Jordan family surged forward and

directly blocked the way of Morris.

"Mr. Morris, the wedding company at Mr. Jordan's wedding today is your god-sister Vivian's company,

may I ask what you think about this?"

"Is your family responsible for such a big thing happening at the wedding?"

"Is it true that there are rumours that you and Vivian don't have good terms?"

"Mr. Morris, what do you think of what happened today?"

"Mr. Morris, if the wedding was backstabbed, who do you think is taking revenge?"

......

Several reporters and photographers carrying long cameras were interviewing Morris, the microphones

in their hands were dying to pestle Morris’ face.

Morris was accustomed to such scenes, maintaining his usual cold and arrogant aura, and sweeping a

contemptuous gaze at the reporters in front of him.

His thin lips lightly opened, "The fact that grandmother recognized Miss Mond as her god

granddaughter can only mean that grandmother and Miss Mond have a good relationship. But, Vivian's

every word and deed has nothing to do with my family."

"So, you really loathe Vivian?"

"She is the god granddaughter of Madame Cheal, and is considered a member of the Cheal family, and

you are not going to be responsible for that?"

"Without your family, there's no way Mr. Jordan would have found Miss Mond's wedding company."

"Is this an intention to clear the air with Miss Mond?"

......

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However, Morris only swept over with a biting cold aura, a look full of stern and cold intent, scaring

several reporters into trembling and instantly silencing them.

When they saw that he hadn't moved, they immediately took a few steps back and made way for him to

leave.

And so, in full view of everyone, Morris walked away.

On the stage, Vivian, who was pinned to the ground, looked at the back of Morris’ determined

departure through the gaps in the crowd of people gathered in front of her.

At that moment, her heart clenched together fiercely.

For some reason, she felt a choking pain in her chest, like a sudden physical discomfort, and a shiver

ran through her body, making her feel extremely uncomfortable.

He, in the end, left in desperation.

Vivian was taken away by the police because she was the head of the wedding company.

Issac was injured and was taken to hospital for treatment.

This night, she was locked up in the police station with bruises on her face.

Yara and Mike came over to visit Vivian.

The police took her to the parlour because of her status. In the parlour, Yara saw Vivian coming out and

immediately rushed up to her, holding her hand and asking in a worried voice, "Are you all right? What

on earth has happened?"

Feeling Yara's concern for her, Vivian couldn't help but be touched.

She shook her head, "It's fine."

Pretending to be strong, she replied with a light smile on the corner of her lips, even though there were

still two marks on her cheeks where her nails had scratched her skin, she was still full of concern.

"Fine? Look at the slap marks on your face even now." Yara was angry and helpless.

And then she turned back to look at Mike, "Mike, you are Vivian's uncle, can you help her?" Yara

sought help from Mike on Vivian's behalf.

He said, "Vivian, I'm sorry for you these few days. Don't worry, I will investigate clearly."

"Thank you."

Vivian said and then looked at Yara, "Yara, please go see Issac."

Issac had protected her today, and in the end, he had been beaten hard to the point of

unconsciousness.

She could imagine how ruthlessly those people had hit him.

"You're in a difficult position to protect yourself, and you're still in the mood to care about others." Yara

stomped her foot in anger.

Vivian raised her hand and touched the bruises on her face, acting as if she had stayed out of it, "It's

not a big deal."

She exchanged a few pleasantries with the two before they left.

Vivian was once again put into the detention room with a few men who looked immodest.

Those men had heard of Vivian, and seeing how youthful and beautiful she looked, they couldn't help

but come forward and flirt with her. lightnoveldaily.com