Chapter 171

“Caleb had to leave for a last-minute business trip,” Derek said smoothly, glancing at Milo. “He asked me to bring you a wedding gift.”

Milo stepped forward, presenting a black velvet box. Raina accepted it gracefully, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she turned to Derek. “Just a gift from Caleb? Mr. Hopkins, surely you prepared something as well?”

“I’ll send you the exclusive access pass later,” Derek replied evenly. Many around them remained oblivious to the significance of his words, but Raina understood. It was an exclusive access pass to Independent Continent—a privilege granted to only a select few worldwide. Traditionally, her marriage would alter her ties to the Vaughn family, restricting her access to their main branch. Derek’s offer was astonishing.

Still, she masked her surprise with a bright smile. “Deal!”

As she left, her gaze fell upon Vivienne, seated beside Derek. She paused, a knowing look in her eyes. Most people barely knew the real Derek, but Raina, having spent years by Caleb's side, understood him far better. He had always kept women at a distance. Yet, here he sat beside Vivienne.

“Miss Hayes,” Raina greeted smoothly, raising her glass. “Thank you for coming to my wedding.”

Vivienne nodded elegantly. “Congratulations! It was my pleasure.”

After the banquet, Vivienne left with Benjamin. In the car, after a thoughtful silence, she asked, “Grandpa, is there bad blood between you and Derek?”

A shadow crossed Benjamin’s face. His expression tightened. “It’s not bad blood, just…old connections.”

“Then why haven’t you ever mentioned it?” Vivienne pressed, sensing Benjamin’s reticence.

Benjamin’s gaze softened, though weariness lingered in his eyes. He sighed quietly. “I’m feeling tired. I think I’ll rest.”

Seeing his exhaustion, Vivienne nodded. “Alright.”

Once Benjamin closed his eyes, Vivienne quickly texted Owen. She received only a warning: “Stay away from that man!”

Vivienne frowned, deep curiosity churning within her. Even back at the Sinclair mansion, the questions persisted. Lying in bed, tension tightening her chest, she finally dialed Derek’s number.

“You heartless woman, finally decided to call me.” Derek’s deep voice, rich with its usual magnetism, unexpectedly warmed the cold line.

Vivienne’s chest fluttered, but she cleared her throat. “Can I ask you something?”

“Go ahead.” His voice was steady.

Twirling a strand of hair, Vivienne asked, “What’s your connection to the Sinclair family? Why haven’t you ever mentioned it?”

A long pause followed. “Hasn’t anyone from the Sinclair family told you?”

“No,” Vivienne replied, a quiet edge of impatience in her voice. “And it seems my grandfather isn’t planning to either.” Benjamin’s fatigue had been a clear evasion tactic.

“If Mr. Sinclair doesn’t want to tell you, he must have his reasons.” Derek’s voice was smooth and measured, yet something unreadable underlay it. He didn't know Benjamin’s true intentions, but he wouldn't disturb the established balance.