Part 3The Billionaire's Fake Mistress and the Real Price of Jealousy

After half a month of cold war, as long as the client signed for this last project, the whole company's year of work could be finalized.

But on this day, Adrian brought Mia to the dinner.

"Mia has already joined the company. She's not an outsider. Let her practice with this project after it's signed."

Mia smiled smugly at me. "Vivian, we can be besties again."

My brow throbbed.

In college, Mia and I were best friends. But later I learned she approached me for Adrian.

Three years into the marriage, she was a thorn between Adrian and me.

Wherever she was, nothing good happened. Just as I was about to explode and tell Adrian to take her and get lost, the client arrived.

I took a deep breath, put on a smiling face, and greeted the client.

While drinking, I hinted for Adrian to block for me. He acted like he didn't see, keeping a cold face the whole time.

As if the client owed him money.

Comments:

[Ooh, the male lead is jealous. His wife smiling so happily at another man.]

[Upstairs, don't be ridiculous. That's the client.]

My expression didn't change as I dealt with the client. Seeing I had capability and could lower my stance, the client drank two cups and said in high spirits:

"President Zhou, your company's designs this time are very innovative. I'm very optimistic. You are also a person of character. Our cooperation will make big money together this time!"

I raised my glass, feeling it was secure.

"Of course."

But the next second, with a gasp, Mia splashed wine on the client's face.

"I am a decent person, not an escort!"

Finished, she swept her gaze over me, disdainful.

I gritted my teeth hard, glared at Mia, and quickly bowed to apologize to the client, handing him tissues to wipe the stain on his face.

But Adrian grabbed my hand, his face looking bad. "Vivian, you are a married woman. Don't do such disgusting and cheap things."

The client was furious. "President Zhou, I think cooperation with your company is off."

Instantly, I felt like I fell into an ice cellar.

The whole company's busy work for a whole year, wasted.

I slumped in the chair, and Mia was still making snide remarks.

"Better that he left. I hate these smelly men the most. Besides, if I had a husband, I definitely wouldn't come out to smile for others."

"Adrian, don't be angry. Mia will always be with you."

Anger rushed to my head. I stood up and slapped Mia hard.

"Get out!"

Her face instantly swelled up, eyes watery, looking pitiful.

"Adrian..."

I went for a backhand slap, but Adrian caught my wrist.

His expression softened a bit, looking straight at me.

"Why hit her?"