Chapter 141
Warren’s features hardened as he processed the assistant's words. "Vivienne has no connections in Lyhaton." The idea that she could be linked to the Sinclair family, let alone serve as their CEO, seemed utterly absurd. The assistant, remembering his own thorough background check, realized the folly of his speculation. Her humble origins made any such connection, especially a CEO position, impossible.
"Mere coincidence," Warren dismissed coldly. The chastened assistant fell silent. "Later, speak with the security guard. Determine Vivienne's position within Sinclair Group," Warren instructed. With the new CEO denying them access and refusing cooperation, Vivienne remained their only potential link. However, their recent confrontation cast doubt on her willingness to help.
Warren's brow furrowed with concern at the likely refusal. After careful consideration, he contacted Everett. Explaining their predicament, he emphasized, "Grandpa, you understand the Sinclair Group partnership's critical importance to Mitchell Group. I wouldn't seek your intervention without compelling reason."
Everett hesitated. "I'll attempt to reach her, though I can't guarantee her cooperation."
After the call, he paused before dialing Vivienne's number. Vivienne's screen displayed Everett's name, prompting a slight frown. Remembering his past kindness, however, she answered.
"I'm grateful you took my call," Everett began warmly.
"What do you need?" Vivienne's voice was cool and emotionless.
Everett acknowledged Warren's betrayal and the birthday incident that had severed her ties with the Mitchell family, but their pressing circumstances overshadowed his remorse. "My intentions are pure. Please attend Mitchell Group's anniversary celebration. Our success owes much to your contributions—your presence would honor that legacy."
"The Mitchell family and I share no connection; my attendance is insignificant," Vivienne replied, a bitter smile playing on her lips. "I doubt anyone there desires my presence."
After a pause, Everett continued, "Vivienne, I cannot ask for your forgiveness, given their treatment of you. But life demands progress. Why let past grievances hold you back? Release them, and see your path improve."
"Whose path improves—mine or the Mitchell family's?" Vivienne's voice was sharp.
Everett was speechless.
"I'll refrain from pursuing accountability with the Mitchell family and preserve their dignity, but please cease contacting me," Vivienne stated firmly. "I have pressing matters to attend to. Goodbye."
She ended the call, only to have her phone ring again. She declined it; another call followed. Indignation creased her brow as she answered, but the voice was not Everett's.