Chapter 275: What Was Vivienne Planning This Time?

Owen squinted, saying, “It’s a miracle I even found these leads. My laptop got hacked just because I looked into this.”

“I see,” Vivienne responded.

A flicker of annoyance crossed Owen’s face as he nearly jumped from his seat. Suddenly, another knock echoed at the apartment door. Standing up, Vivienne walked over and glanced through the peephole, spotting Jacob. She quickly opened the door and invited him in. “Jacob, please, come inside.”

“Good morning, Miss Hayes,” Jacob offered his greetings respectfully. Catching sight of Owen on the couch, Jacob gave a small nod. “Morning, Mr. Sinclair.”

“It’s been a while, Jacob,” Owen said cheerfully, waving.

“I’ve brought the blue diamond, Miss Hayes,” Jacob said, bringing out a silver briefcase. He clicked it open to unveil a black velvet box inside. Inside the box lay the rare 15.1-carat rectangular step-cut blue diamond.

“Thank you,” Vivienne said.

Jacob returned the smile. “It’s part of my job.” His eyes then drifted to the tiara on the coffee table, narrowing briefly. “That tiara…”

Wasn’t the tiara sold to the supreme member last night? Why was it here? Could it be that the man with Vivienne last night was the supreme member? Jacob quickly averted his gaze, masking his reaction.

Sensing Jacob might probe too deeply, Vivienne hastened to say, “A friend asked me to keep it safe temporarily.”

Jacob locked eyes with Vivienne, his gaze deep and unreadable. “If that’s the case, Miss Hayes, make sure it’s well-guarded.” After a brief pause, he added, “I should be going now. Be well, Miss Hayes.”

“Take care.”

Once Jacob had departed, Vivienne changed her clothes before heading to Maple Grove Villa. Maple Grove Villa, a haven for political figures, boasted even tighter security than the most exclusive residential areas. The guards at the gate, upon recognizing the pass on Owen’s car, immediately allowed them through.

Warren had been busy running around for Mitchell Group’s suspended project, hoping for a quick approval from the authorities. He had just left Clive’s house and bent down to get into the car when his assistant said, “Mr. Mitchell, is that… Miss Hayes?”

Warren’s eyes snapped open at his words. He sat upright, peering through the gap between the front seats to look ahead. He happened to see a black luxury car drive by. The window was half-open, revealing Vivienne’s captivating beauty.

Why was Vivienne here? His eyes narrowed, a cold glint in them. “Follow her and see what’s going on!” He wanted to see what Vivienne was planning this time.

“Keep a distance. Don’t alert them.”

“Understood.”

Cameron’s house had a better location than Clive’s. The white villa was surrounded by a garden full of blooming flowers, exuding a sense of warmth and liveliness amidst the coolness. Vivienne knew that was all thanks to Chelsea, Cameron’s wife.

“Mr. Mitchell, isn’t that the house of Mr. Cameron Sinclair, the secretary general…” The assistant caught a glimpse of Warren’s dark expression and swallowed the rest of his words.

Under their watchful eyes, the car door opened. Owen got out first, and then walked around to the passenger side to help Vivienne out. He naturally took the item from Vivienne’s hands, and the two walked side by side toward the white villa, chatting and laughing along the way.

Warren frowned deeply, his hand gripping the headrest of the passenger seat tightly. Was Vivienne now aligning herself with Benjamin’s grandson?

Although today was Chelsea’s birthday, she had been busy preparing all day since she learned Vivienne would be coming. “Make sure the braised chicken wings are tender; Vivienne likes them falling off the bone, but not too mushy. Prepare mango brûlée for dessert. Oh, and bring out that bottle of my treasured red wine from the storage room.”

Gregory Hoffman, the Hoffman family’s usually low-key heir, couldn’t help but chuckle at his aunt bustling around. “Aunt Chelsea, you’re the star today.”

“Be sure to show your best manners when Vivienne arrives,” Chelsea warned with a hint of admonition in her beautiful eyes.