Oh, My Dear Mr. Crowley

Vivienne ran to the bathroom to find her bathrobe and accidentally saw herself in the mirror. She was stunned because her whole body was covered with kiss marks, densely packed like peach blossoms, even on her back, buttocks, and ankles. Vivienne had fair skin, and even a slight pinch would leave a red mark that took a long time to fade away. Now there were so many of them on her body; how long would it take for them all to disappear? But just... She didn't feel violated.

That is to say, the person just touched her, not actually raped her.

Vivienne gritted her teeth. What a weirdo!

Her teeth itched as she went out to look for her phone but found that it wasn't there. Vivienne kicked the table in anger. Damn it! He actually took away her phone! Vivienne called the front desk and asked them to call Megan so she could bring clothes over.

After waiting half an hour, Megan finally arrived.

As soon as she entered the room, Megan shouted angrily: "What's wrong with you, Vivienne? I called you dozens of times, but you didn't answer any of them." Wearing the bathrobe, Vivienne caught the clothes thrown by Megan: "Someone stole my phone."

Megan saw the marks on Vivienne's neck and turned green with anger.

"Forget about your phone for now; what happened last night? You didn't want to sleep with Mr. Johnson, but why didn't you tell me? No one forced you to sleep with him, but instead, halfway through, you stood him up, completely ruining our chances at this role!"

Early in the morning, Perfume's producer called Megan, saying their artiste Vivienne disappeared halfway through filming, causing Mr.Johnson great displeasureshe. Who said not only will she not be playing the female lead anymore but also not even be a part of the cast.

Megan was really angry with Vivienne now.

Vivienne took out her clothes and said, "I came out of the bathroom last night and met a man who asked me to follow him. He wanted me to play the female lead in Perfume, so I went with him."

She stood in front of Megan and took off her bathrobe.

Megan gasped when she saw Vivienne's body: "You were tricked, weren't you?"

Vivienne didn't hear what Megan said. After putting on her clothes, she rubbed her face and said, "I know who it is."

Megan was surprised: "But you were drunk last night. How do you know?"

Vivienne looked up at Megan and sneered: "That smell...I remember it."

She remembered the taste of those lips that kissed hers outside the bathroom door last night. In fact, when she came out of the bathroom and saw him standing there, Vivienne had already recognized him but didn't want to admit that she could recognize someone whom she hadn't seen for three years just by his scent alone without even seeing his face.

After hanging up the phone, Megan was so angry that she almost crushed her cellphone. Vivienne asked what happened, and Megan cursed, "Damn it, something bad has happened. I have to figure out what's going on." Megan made seven or eight calls before finally figuring it out.

"I just asked someone for help and found out that Arthur Grayson recommended a new actress and sponsored a lot of money. The role in the TV drama is gone," said Megan with some frustration. If this was true, there would be no turning back, and she angrily exclaimed: "These business people always meddle in everything."

When Vivienne heard the name Arthur, she narrowed her eyes and said knowingly: "Do you mean Arthur?"

"How do you know?"

"We're acquaintances."

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She wouldn't give up!

Vivienne told an infuriated Megan to call Dylan over to do her makeup because she was going to see someone.

"Who are you seeing?" asked Megan.

With a murderous look in her beautiful almond-shaped eyes, Vivienne replied: "To collect debts! Damn it! I can't let them get away with using me like they did last night!" Suddenly feeling less irritable than before, Megan agreed: "Okay then... I'll make the call..."

Megan called Dylan and asked him if his contact could help them.

"I'm telling you," Vivienne said confidently. "If he can't help me now, there won't be anyone else in Los Angeles who can ever again stop whoever tries to mess with us after we hook up with him." "Really?"

"Don't waste time talking nonsense; hurry up!"

...

An hour later, on the street outside Crowley Family Group's headquarters building stood a car.

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Before he could finish his sentence, Vivienne had already pushed open the car door and stepped out.

Dylan quickly followed her.

He didn't know what Vivienne said to the security guard at the entrance, but they let her in any way.

Once inside, a receptionist stopped them and asked: "Miss, who are you looking for?"

Vivienne took off her glasses and replied: "Sebastian."

The receptionist was taken aback - she was asking for their big boss. "I'm sorry," she asked politely. "Do you have an appointment?"

Vivienne leaned forward slightly and said with a smirk: "Does an appointment on the bed count?"

The receptionist blushed immediately and didn't know how to respond.

Laughter came from behind them as another man approached. The young man standing before them was tall with handsome features; his eyebrows were sharp like swords, while his face looked chiseled by knives. His voice was magnetic as he asked: "What business do you have with Mr. Crowley?"

"He owes me money," Vivienne replied bluntly.

Leaning against the front desk with arms crossed over his chest, he smiled enigmatically at Vivienne before saying: "May I ask what it is that he owes you?"

His height made him seem imposing when standing so close to Vivienne.