My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris)

Chapter 126 Let's Live Together

Seeing this scene, Yara pursed her lips and smiled, "I like that."

She picked up her bag and pulled out a check from it, "Here's half a million, as long as you can help me

get an appointment with Morris, this is yours. If I can get me to work with Eonothem Group , I'm paying

you a million."

In total, a million and a half.

Vivian's eyes instantly glowed and she sat upright, "Do your words count?"

She was now short of money, and someone had come to her door to send the money.

Originally, Vivian was still speculating about Yara's identity, but now it seemed obvious that Yara wasn't

interested in her, what she was interested in instead was Morris.

After all, with the current status of the Cheal family, people who wanted to work with them tended to do

so.

"Of course it counts."

Yara pursed her lips and smiled.

Vivian glanced at the check on the table, after thinking for a while, she shook her head, "With the

current status of Yoyo makeup, as soon as you cooperate with Eonothem Group, you will instantly be

among the first-tier brands, instead of the third-rate brands now. So, I'm only afraid that this amount of

money is not enough."

She didn't know much about Yoyo makeup, but knew that Yoyo makeup was the most promoted by her

circle of friends.

And Yoyo Makeup had put a lot of effort into the quality of its products to attract countless regular

customers.

"Then you name a number."

Yara said cheerfully.

Vivian thought for a moment, held out her left hand and raised three fingers.

"Deal."

Yara didn't even think about it and readily agreed.

"That quick? Can I still back out?" Suddenly she had a bit of regret, always feeling that three million

must be too low.

Or how would Yara agree to her so readily?

"It's okay to promise you, give me back my necklace."

Vivian didn't like to wear other people's things.

"Well ...... fine. You are stingy, ugh ......"

Yara muttered and took off the necklace and returned it to Vivian.

In the afternoon, Vivian took the unprecedented initiative to contact Morris.

Morris sitting in his office looked at the phone screen with a string of numbers bouncing around, and

although there was no note of the name, the familiar number was already etched in his mind.

He answered the phone, "What, you want to come back?"

Vivian thought about it and glanced at Yara who was sitting across the table with some hesitation.

That was three million.

She must take use of Morris.

"Yes."

Vivian didn't say anything, but she heard the man on the other end of the phone give a light laugh and

ask, "Hungry? I will buy you dinner."

"Yeah, let's eat at Philthy's."

"Okay."

Morris readily agreed.

Vivian hung up the phone and looked at Yara who was sitting across the table, smiling wickedly, "Don't

you want to get to know Morris? If you add another million, I'll let you live in his house, okay?"

"Live ...... in his house? It works, but a million is too expensive, so forget it."

"So, is eight hundred thousand okay?"

"Too expensive."

"Seven hundred thousand?"

"Expensive."

"Five hundred thousand is my last bottom line, see if you cherish it or not. If you are not ready, you

can’t make a long term business with the Cheal family."

"That makes sense, all right, five hundred thousand."

Yara agreed.

Vivian looked down and sipped her coffee, the corners of her lips curled into a rather meaningful smile.

An hour later, Philthy's.

Vivian and Yara both sat in the box and waited quietly, and not long after, Morris appeared at the door

of the box, and when he walked in, he saw was Yara.

"Hello, Mr. Cheal."

When she saw Morris walk in, Yara immediately stood up and greeted him.

Morris nodded and sat across from the two.

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He swept his gaze over Vivian, his eyes seemingly displeased.

Vivian ignored it, "I am hungry, let’s order food. I want to eat the best, whatever is expensive."

Fuck, the thought of this asshole taking advantage of her yesterday didn't sit well with her.

"Okay."

Morris answered and rang the call bell on the table and the waiter walked in, "Hello, what would you

guys like to eat?"

"Two of the most expensive dishes." Morris said, raising his eyes to Yara, "What would Miss Sain like to

eat?"

"A black pepper pasta and French steak would be fine."

Yara smiled politely and said to the waiter.

The waiter took down, "One moment please." She then turned around and left the box.

In the box, the atmosphere gradually quieted down.

Yara found a topic and teased, "It's enviable that Mr. Cheal has a good relationship with Vivian."

"Don't patronize him, he's my godbrother, just treat him as one of your friends." Vivian picked up the

water on the table and took a sip, her gaze glancing at Morris, but was angry in her heart.

"Oh, no wonder."

Yara nodded and said to Morris, "Mr. Cheal, you must feel happy to have such a lively and lovely

sister."

"Yes."

The man's attitude was very cold and he didn't have much to say to Yara, so she didn't dare to bring up

the matter of cooperation.

A meal finished in an awkward atmosphere, only made Yara feel incredibly depressed and could barely

breathe.

Coming out of the restaurant, Yara did not drive as Vivian had agreed with her, but the two of them got

into Morris’ car.

Morris sat in the driver's seat, looked at the two sitting in the back, and asked, "Where does Miss Sain

live?"

"I ......"

Yara showed in embarrassment and threw a pleading look at Vivian.

Vivian understood, and immediately said, "Yara hasn't found a house recently, and I want her to live

with me."

Morris glanced at Yara through the rearview mirror, and when he saw that she didn't say anything, he

didn't speak either, but started the car and headed for his apartment.

She had left, so how could she come back with her stubborn nature?

So she got back up.

Arriving at the negative second floor of the apartment, the car was parked and the three of them took

the elevator up to the penthouse.

Despite the size of the penthouse and the number of rooms, most of them were studies, gyms, and

movie rooms, while the bedrooms were only two.

Without waiting for Morris to speak, Vivian said, "From today onwards, Yara will sleep in the same room

as me."

"As you wish."

Morris didn't say anything, just elegantly unbuttoned his suit, took the suit off and hung it on the hanger,

turned and went to the study.

It wasn't until the door to the study closed that Yara patted Vivian's shoulder and whispered, "My god,

so you two are living together?"

She raised her eyebrows as if she had brainstormed a 'dominant president in love with me' episode.

Vivian gave her a blank look, "What are you thinking? He's just my godbrother, someone who has a

fiancée, and his fiancée is pregnant."

"Exactly, shouldn't he live with her fiancée since she is pregnant?"

Yara asked.

Vivian shrugged, pressing her lips, "Maybe the Cheal family is too strict in their rules, so they only can

live together until after marriage."