Arielle Moore and Vinson Nightshire

Chapter 56

Obsessed CEO Throws Himself at Me Chapter 56

On the other side, Harvey had just received Carter’s message. He sent a voice message back. “Hey

Harvey, are you home yet? Don’t sleep on the road. Some wild dogs might eat you alive.”

“Hahaha! He’ll be able to feed five dogs.” Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

In a good mood, Harvey refuted, “Shut it, Jordan. I’m not going to drink anymore.”

The other three thought they were hallucinating when they heard Harvey, the man who essentially lived

in a bar, announced that he was not going to drink anymore.

Carter then texted: What?

Jordan was equally quick to add to that. What the heck?

Right then, Vinson, who rarely appeared in the chat, sent a voice message to the group. “What’s wrong

with you?”

Upon his arrival, Jordan shrieked and sent a voice message. “Holy f*ck! Harvey, your nonsense forced

our busy man out from his hiding! Hurry and tell us you’re joking.”

He had been drinking continuously because he was unable to find her. Now that he had found her,

there was no reason for him to keep drinking.

As long as Arielle was in the country, even if she did not give him a way to contact her, he would still

find a hundred other ways to get to her. Then, he would create the opportunity for them to encounter

each other.

Love at first sight. That was what happened to him. It sounded absurd, but that was the reality.

Who wouldn’t fall for a brave, kind, and pretty girl?

The moment Harvey’s voice message was sent out, Jordan sent back a celebratory emoji.

Congratulations! May we know who this girl is? Hurry and propose to her! If she doesn’t agree to it,

we’ll kidnap her and get her to your bed for you!

Upon reading the message, Harvey frowned. Perhaps he had been drinking too much, for he started

imagining Arielle on his bed.

Unable to help himself, he turned and looked toward the bed.

However, in the next second, he slapped himself.

Slap! With the loud sound came his soberness.

What kind of scumbag am I? San’s a goddess to me. How can I think of her in that way?

Irritated, Harvey responded, “Jordan, if you say something like that again. I’ll skin you alive!”

Jordan’s reply came quick. “Oh? Are you angry? It seems like you’re serious this time. I won’t say that

anymore, all right? Let me apologize to your future wife. Come on, tell us who she is. Your grandma’s

been waiting to hug her grandchild. As long as she comes from a decent family, it’s fine even if she’s a

little poorer.”

Then, Jordan sent another voice message. “You won’t be like our Mr. Nightshire. Mr. Nightshire, your

family only lets you marry princesses, right?”

In the beginning, Vinson was in a good mood after getting Arielle to owe him a favor. However, when

he heard the voice message, his expression darkened. Throwing his phone aside, he then returned to

his computer.

After a while of working, Vinson could not help but pick up his phone again. He called his assistant and

asked, “What’s on the schedule tomorrow?”

The assistant was used to receiving midnight calls from Vinson, so he was swift to exit his groggy state.

After checking the next day’s schedule, he replied, “You’ll need to check the new plot tomorrow

morning, as well as have a meeting with the engineer. In the afternoon, you have a golf session with

Mr. York. Your dinner will be with…”

“Clear my schedule tomorrow.”

The assistant went silent for a moment before quietly asking, “Is there something important tomorrow?”

“I’m going to oversee the shooting of Soir Coffee tomorrow. You can represent me in the meeting with

the engineer. Push back the rest of the appointments.”

“Yes, sir.” Once the assistant ended the call, he reached out to pat his face.

Ouch.

I’m not dreaming.

Mr. Nightshire’s ditching a project worth hundreds of billions to oversee an ambassador’s shooting?