Fiancé Fell in Love with His Intern Secretary

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I looked up and saw Julian Grant walking towards me, surrounded by the crowd.

The murmuring behind them immediately disappeared.

Julian and I grew up together since childhood.

When we were five or six, our families had already arranged our marriage.

Since we were kids, if anyone bullied me, he was the first to stand up for me.

If he got in trouble and was punished, I was the first to plead for him.

Until now, no one would suspect that I was Julian's true love.

But today, on my twenty-second birthday, he brought another woman.

Vivian Sterling, frail and delicate, leaned against his side like a little white flower.

Julian smiled slightly, whispering something intimately in her ear.

She looked at me, her expression instantly turning to panic and bewilderment, striding forward in a few large steps.

She bowed to me at ninety degrees.

Truly, just like the last life.

Even the teardrop on her eyelashes, about to fall, was exactly the same.

In the last life, it was her pitiful appearance that bewitched Julian.

Having been accustomed to arranged marriages in big families for the sake of benefits since childhood, I never harbored fantasies about love.

Her appearance brought a sour feeling to my heart, but it wasn't enough to make me lose my sanity.

Julian wanted to break off the engagement, and I neither cried nor made a fuss. Considering the relationship our families had for many years, I advised him a bit:

"Vivian Sterling is just an orphan, and she doesn't have much work experience, even though you two..."

"But marriage, Grandpa Grant won't agree to that; it will just bring trouble for her."

"Julian, why not keep her outside for now, and in the future..."

I spoke cryptically:

"In the future, when you become the heir, won't you have the final say?"

It was just a few words that saved her from disaster but brought a whole mess of trouble to me.

In the previous life, as soon as I saw Vivian bow, I hurriedly helped her up.

This time, I just watched coldly, and seeing that no one cared for her, she unhesitatingly knelt and kowtowed to me.

Each kowtow banged loudly.

My best friend pulled at my sleeve.

The guests today were numerous, and all were watching in this direction.

I squeezed her hand.

What's the rush?

"Vivian!" Julian's expression was already not looking good.

In just this short time, Vivian Sterling's forehead had already broken.

Accompanied by her tearful eyes, it was pitiful to see.

She turned to look at Julian, then at me, bit her lip, and continued to kowtow.

I leisurely picked up the glass of red wine on the table.

I was suddenly curious, just how much could she pretend?

That's right.

Vivian Sterling was pretending.

Her pitiful appearance was an act, and in the last life, even her jumping off a building to commit suicide was an act.

On the empty rooftop, I heard with my own ears her oriole-like voice.

Crying and begging a man:

"Brother, I'm just an orphan. Without using some bitter measures, how would Mr. Grant ever keep me in mind?"

"Brother, help me again, use another bitter measure!"

" Brother, Vivian truly likes Mr. Grant, but my identity—his family would never agree to me marrying him."

"But Mr. Grant promised to marry me before, I must do something more to make him feel guilty towards me."

"Brother, please help me once more!"

"As long as I pretend to jump off the building, Mr. Grant will always remember he owes me!"

How good she is at pretending.

She fooled Julian, fooled me.

Fooled all the media.

I once asked Julian why he was so attentive to Vivian Sterling.

"I was born as the first son of the main branch of the Grant Family, and everyone fawned over me and praised me."

"They respect me, love me, nothing more than because of my family's money and status."

"Even you, Iris, if I weren't a son of the Grant Family, would you still marry me?"

That question stumped me at the time.

If he and I didn't have matching family backgrounds, I wouldn't have grown up with him, let alone be betrothed, or even married.

"Only Vivian, only she truly loves me and is willing to give everything for me."

"Iris, how can I refuse such pure love?"

I almost got wrapped into his words.

As the daughter of the Ford Family, I have always been careful with my words and actions.

I have to consider my parents, consider the family, and indeed, I wouldn't easily give everything for one person.

We all overlooked another possibility.

Whether Julian was drugged or poisoned and near death.

Vivian Sterling had been determined from the start.

To climb up this high branch of his.