Oh, My Dear Mr. Crowley

Megan heard something in Vivianne's words: "Vivianne, you're not giving up,right?"

"Give up? Are you kidding me?"

There was no turning back at this point. No matter what means were used, she wouldn't get what she wanted anyway.

Even if she ended up battered and bruised or even dead, she wouldn't mind as long as those who owed them (her mother and herself) received their due punishment.She wasn't going to let herself suffer any losses either way. Megan suddenly felt sorry for her." Viviane....how about we forget about all of these things? Come back now, or I can come pick you up. The role is gone, but I can help you find other ones."

Looking at herself in the mirror, Vivianne realized how beautiful she really was.A twenty-five-year-old woman blooming into full beauty like a flower.Viviene reached out and touched her face." Other roles? Without Mr.Johnson, there will be other people. Megan... it's useless."All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Vivianne..."

"Don't worry; I won't let myself suffer any losses."

She hung up the phone and felt the alcohol hit her head. She took out a pack of cigarettes from her bag but couldn't find a lighter.

As she stumbled out, she saw someone standing outside the men's restroom. He was tall, and it was too dark to see his face clearly, but Vivienne could see that his lips were sexy.

It made her want to kiss him,and he seemed familiar...

The alcohol in her body suddenly turned into an aphrodisiac,making her feel hot and dizzy. She couldn't control herself anymore.

Her mouth became dry as she stared at his lips. Suddenly, she pushed him against the wall and kissed him passionately.

In the dimly lit bathroom, amidst the sound of cursing behind her, Vivienne kissed a man whose face she couldn't even see clearly. She felt a bit crazy, but then again, she was already a crazy person. What did it matter? Rather than let Mr. Johnson take advantage of her, she preferred handsome men. This sense of revenge deepened the kiss for Vivienne and made her feel...familiar somehow. Had she ever kissed this person before?

The scent of alcohol permeated between their lips as they kissed - the woman's fragrance more intoxicating than that of the liquor itself.

Dazed from their embrace, Vivienne released him.

"This is my honoraria," she said with a smile. "It tastes good..."