Chapter 247: Lovesick

Clive asked, "Are you sure about this?"

Warren replied urgently, "Mr. Hayes, we've known each other for years. I wouldn't withhold any information, especially since I'm asking for your help."

On the other end of the line, Clive paused before his voice turned cold. "The Vaughn family told me to warn you. This is your final warning."

Warren's brows furrowed in confusion after Clive hung up. When Raina married, the Mitchell family sent an extravagant gift. Even after being ousted, Warren had never publicized it. There was no reason for the Vaughns to target him. Then, who had he offended? Where was this warning coming from? Vivienne couldn't possibly have connections with the Vaughn family.

Warren's sharp features hardened with unusual seriousness. Turning, his gaze fell upon Vivienne exiting the café. He ordered the driver without hesitation, "Catch up with her."

Vivienne was about to open her car door when Warren's voice cut through the air: "Vivienne!"

A flicker of coldness crossed her eyes before she turned. Warren softened his expression, his tone almost coaxing. "I'm not here to cause trouble. I just want to know if you need my help."

"Then do me a favor and stay away from me," Vivienne replied impassively, giving him a fleeting glance before entering her car.

Warren didn't relent. Just as the door was about to close, he reached out and stopped it. "Vivienne, do you know anyone from the Vaughn family?"

Vivienne met his gaze. "I've encountered them a few times."

Warren watched her car drive away, his frown deepening. "Run into them a few times?" he muttered.

Could the Mitchell Group's current troubles truly be her doing? But why hadn't she ever mentioned the Vaughns before? Warren had always believed he understood Vivienne—that she would always be within his reach. Now, he realized he'd barely scratched the surface. She was a puzzle with too many missing pieces.

As the car pulled away, the driver glanced at Vivienne through the rearview mirror. "Miss Hayes, where to?"

"Back to Platinum Apartments," she replied.

Night fell, and Sienna's car arrived promptly. Leaning on the steering wheel, Sienna assessed Vivienne's outfit. "Sweetheart, you're dressed far too modestly."

Vivienne remained unfazed. "I think it's perfectly appropriate."

Catching Sienna's lingering stare, Vivienne raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"

"We're changing your outfit," Sienna declared, starting the engine.

Mystical bar, with its grand opening underway, was packed with energy. The dance floor was a blur of motion—bodies intertwined, drinks spilling, flirtations exchanged like a silent game of hunter and prey.

Upstairs, in a booth, Caleb lounged, his gaze shifting to Derek in a dimly lit corner. "Derek, you still haven't told me what the Mitchell family did to anger you."

Mystical was one of Caleb' investments, and he'd gone to great lengths to bring Derek there. Yet, Derek had barely spoken since arriving, his eyes fixed on his phone, seemingly waiting for something. His expression was unreadable—bored, detached, utterly indifferent to the surrounding chaos.

Caleb nudged Austin, smirking. "Austin, don't you think Derek looks downright lovesick right now?"

Austin glanced at Derek, a knowing smile playing on his lips.