Joyce had received calls from her parents and was still up. Feeling too bored, she stood on the balcony under the moonlight. Coincidentally, she witnessed Nicholas carry Vivian into his car.
The tall, slender man was carrying a petite, lovely woman. What a pleasant scene. Joyce's eyes reddened in anger.
It was almost midnight, but she called Cynthia on the phone without hesitation, boiling with rage.
"Cynthia, you are the woman who deserves Nicholas. Vivian Chapman only knows how to hit on men. Don't worry. Nicholas must get confused and hooked on her for the time being. You are carrying his baby. He won't leave you behind."
The more Joyce said, the more worried Cynthia became. "Why do you suddenly tell me this? Anything happened?"
Others might not know, but Cynthia knew Vivian was al
