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...2 Weeks later......
...SEAM GROUP'S...
Owen returned to his room with a dead red face. At the moment Owen was holding back the anger that almost made him explode.
Owen's clothes had also not been as neat as before. He was back in a bit of a mess. Even the Tie that was perfectly attached to his neck had now disappeared somewhere. Fuck that fucking tie. Owen cursed with anger.
While in the press conference room, the reporters were struggling and asked each other why Owen had left without giving a statement. Especially about the news that was released an hour before the press conference.
That is about Owen's marriage with Vivian which will be carried out in the near future. Goddamnit!
"I should have known." Owen breathed out a furious breath. "This cunning game won't stop here." Owen tightened his fist. Owen was very sure if this time it was Vivian again.
That woman cannot be trusted. Owen did not think. How he got back to playing. Even Owen almost got into the trap that Vivian had planned.
Is going through a hot night also Vivian's cunning plan? Crazy one! Owen was completely inexhaustible. Vivian is very different from the girl she used to know. Owen was getting scared.
Vivian who is loving and caring, now turned into a figure that is so foreign.
But this time Owen won't be generous on the dirty tricks Vivian plays. It was enough for him to let the woman do what he had wanted all along. Now Owen would not stay silent if Vivian intended to drag herself once more.
He must be able to stop all the news that has been circulating. Not only about her marriage, but also all the other italics. Owen believes Vivian has left with a plan that will keep her trapped.
"Calm Owen. It's not a big deal. You can handle it. You are Owen Reaghal. You're in control."
Owen did not expect, after delaying the press conference for a while actually gave Vivian the opportunity to plan all this. God fucking.
Just as Owen was about to meet his father for an explanation regarding the release of news about him, Owen's office door opened with a loud enough voice; vivian stood there with a reddened face.
"What did you just do Owen? shouldn't you be there?" Vivian protested Owen's attitude in front of the media.
Owen stared back at Vivian with equal anger, but more than that, now Owen began to hate the woman. "Shouldn't I be the one asking that? what exactly are you planning?" reply Owen with a deep voice. Owen was holding himself back.
If Vivian had been a guy, maybe Owen would have given some fists to that damn smooth face.
"Why did news of the wedding get out of the way? and why was the news confirmed directly by the company's public relations team?" sue Owen with a sharp look.
"You think I don't know this is your plan?" Owen laughed cynically. "How is the news spread whereas I myself know nothing of its contents. Tell why?." Owen raised his voice.
"Do you want to marry me that way? that's why you're using this cunning way, again?." Owen looked down on Vivian. He knows that woman very well. And just now Owen allowed himself to be fooled.
Vivian smiled miris. "You did it again Owen. Just like that time." Vivian acted as if she was the one who was hurt the most by Owen's neglect.
"When you approved this plan yourself, but look. You're blaming me?" victim playing. It is one of Vivian's skills. He could always do this to Owen. He always made Owen feel guilty and cornered. That's Vivian's plan.
But this time, Owen won't be in the game; "Don't cheat on me Vi. I'm not that stupid. Don't ever think you can do something like this to me again!" Jerky Owen.
"I've been kind enough to tolerate your attitude just because papa likes you so much. But this time, no. You're no longer the person I knew. You won't be able to make me your puppet. Catch that!"
Owen left the room just like that. Vivian is still there. He was inflamed by the humiliation Owen had blatantly done to him.
"You must pay for all this humiliation Owen.!"
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