After Divorce: Remarried to a Tycoon with Twin Babies-Chapter 60: This Banquet Was Held by Mr. Thorne for Vivian!

Chapter 60: Chapter 60: This Banquet Was Held by Mr. Thorne for Vivian!

Vivian Sinclair looked incredulously at the number on her phone again.

So, it was Julian Thorne who called her?

She felt inexplicably nervous.

"Mr. Thorne, isn’t it too late today?"

"I feel a bit tired."

Julian Thorne: "I’m downstairs."

"Miss Sinclair, if you miss this opportunity, it will be a lifelong regret for you."

"I’ll give you ten minutes. If you don’t come down, I’ll take it as you giving up this opportunity."

"I won’t even mention painting to you again."

"Why not consider it?"

With that, Julian Thorne hung up first.

Vivian Sinclair had already reached for the doorknob, but looking at the disconnected call, she hesitated to push the door and enter.

Why did Julian Thorne mention something about painting just now?

The great show he wanted to take her to see, could it be related to... paintings?

He also mentioned something that would be a lifelong regret for her.

What could lead to a lifelong regret?

Vivian Sinclair’s curiosity was indeed piqued.

It had been a long time since anything made her curious in such a way!

Ten minutes later, Vivian Sinclair headed towards the business car parked by the roadside.

The driver, Louie, saw her and immediately got out of the car to open the door.

"Miss Sinclair, take your time."

"Thank you."

After getting in the car, Julian Thorne glanced at Vivian Sinclair, who was wearing an old sweatshirt, seemingly not expecting her to have such a youthful and girlish side.

But upon closer thought, she was only twenty-three.

Younger than Stella.

Yet she was about to become a mother.

Julian Thorne glanced at Vivian Sinclair’s belly, and this thought brought a strange feeling inside him.

The Red Guest had indeed found the list of recipients, but the database’s more detailed records of sperm and egg retrieval were not fully recovered.

Moreover, the doctor and nurse who had escaped to the Zanthos Region had not been caught.

So Vivian Sinclair was still not completely cleared of suspicion.

There was a one in twenty chance she could be that recipient.

"Mr. Thorne?"

Vivian Sinclair didn’t know what Julian Thorne was thinking, only that it was strange for someone like him to have a moment of distraction.

Julian Thorne: "Sorry."

The car set off smoothly, and Vivian Sinclair couldn’t help but ask curiously, "May I know what the good show is about?"

Julian Thorne: "It’s about you."

Vivian Sinclair pointed at herself: "Me?"

She braced herself, but didn’t expect that when she got out of the car, Julian Thorne would hand her a gift box from the back seat.

"Put it on."

After speaking, both he and Louie got out of the car first, and all the curtains inside the car were drawn.

Vivian Sinclair opened the gift box and found a dress, a pair of low-heeled shoes, and a gold mask.

It was then that she realized that Julian Thorne seemed different today.

Despite his usual all-black attire, today he was wearing a high-end black suit.

Vivian Sinclair then realized that he was going to take her to a masquerade ball?

This was better, as the ball would conceal her identity.

Vivian Sinclair wore the dress, which conveniently had pleats around the belly.

So, it somewhat concealed her pregnancy.

As she slowly stepped out of the car, she had already put on the mask.

The youthful girl from moments ago had transformed into a rose blooming in the night.

Vivian Sinclair was exceptionally beautiful.

A fair-skinned, long-legged beauty, a stunning flower.

Her appearance was so striking that most men, unless sincere, dared not approach her easily.

Julian Thorne turned back, his eyes harboring unfathomable depths.

Unaware, Vivian Sinclair swayed over: "Mr. Thorne, shall we go?"

The two entered the banquet hall, and Vivian Sinclair was instantly immersed in the world of the ball.

Their presence immediately drew numerous gazes.

After all, just by their figures, the two were quite eye-catching.

Like two models in luxurious attire suddenly appearing.

Vivian Sinclair was impressively curvy.

The men could tell that under those expensive suits, the muscles were likely more perfect than any picture.

The crowd couldn’t help but speculate about their identities.

However, Julian Thorne had already taken Vivian Sinclair to the dance floor.

"Don’t be afraid."

"Tonight, apart from some of Ardis’s elite, there are also many big names from the art world here."

"For instance, to your rear side, do you recognize anyone?"

Vivian Sinclair glanced sideways.

With just one look, the hairs on her body stood on end.

"Austin Grant? Why is he here too?"

"And the one he’s holding with the white fox mask, could it be Zoe Monroe?"

The two of them had just caused a stir with news of a suicide attempt earlier in the day, and now they were here at the dance party tonight.

They really never get tired!

Julian Thorne saw that although Vivian Sinclair was surprised by their appearance, she wasn’t angry.

He instantly understood that Vivian Sinclair truly didn’t care about her husband.

Julian Thorne’s lips slightly curved: "If my informants are correct, your husband plans to introduce his first love to meet Jordan Vance, Master Kane."

Upon hearing this name, Vivian Sinclair instantly stiffened.

Jordan Vance!?

Could he also be here tonight?

Vivian Sinclair quickly locked onto a figure in the crowd.

This Jordan Vance was the one she had competed against back then, the one she lost to!

Seeing Vivian Sinclair’s gaze, Julian Thorne leaned down and quietly reminded her: "Miss Sinclair, they’re all very perceptive."

"Be careful, or you’ll be discovered."

Only then did Vivian Sinclair restrain her emotions and withdraw her gaze.

"Is this the spectacle you wanted me to see tonight, them?"

Julian Thorne gently supported her back, and with a graceful turn, smoothly guided Vivian Sinclair to a less crowded area of the room.

"Why the rush?"

"The real show hasn’t begun yet."

Vivian Sinclair unconsciously fell into her memories.

Back then, she and Jordan Vance staked their masters’ reputations, used their identities as painters as stakes, and gambled their futures on this confrontation and their masters’ honor.

The result was that Vivian Sinclair lost.

The faction Jordan Vance belonged to and the faction led by her teacher Fiona Rhodes were bitter rivals.

The two sides frequently clashed, winning and losing back and forth.

However, since Vivian Sinclair joined Fiona Rhodes’s faction, it was instantly strengthened and suppressed Jordan Vance’s faction for many years.

Until Fiona Rhodes suddenly abandoned Vivian Sinclair, leaving without explanation and taking her family abroad, never to return.

If not for Teacher Tris, Vivian Sinclair’s spirit would have long collapsed.

Later, she chose to marry, and even Teacher Tris left Ardis...

In Vivian Sinclair’s heart, Fiona Rhodes would always be her most respected teacher.

So when Jordan Vance spread rumors of Fiona Rhodes plagiarizing, when Jordan Vance slandered that the works Fiona Rhodes submitted under her disciple’s name for competitions were all done through favoritism, and when Jordan Vance challenged Vivian Sinclair to face him openly, she accepted his challenge.

But she lost.

That was also the first time in Vivian Sinclair’s life that she lost so badly!

Yet, having seen Jordan Vance’s paintings from that time, he was indeed superior!

Vivian Sinclair felt she had disgraced her teacher and her faction’s reputation.

Since then, she willingly put down her brush and gave up her identity as an artist.

Seeing she was weighed down by thoughts, Julian Thorne guessed she was reminiscing about some unpleasant memories.

He took the opportunity to lead Vivian Sinclair out of the dance floor.

And handed Vivian Sinclair a glass of juice, which she drank quickly.

She didn’t notice that Austin Grant, who had just retreated from the dance floor as well, had glanced her way several times.

That figure... Why does it resemble Vivian Sinclair?

But wasn’t Vivian Sinclair supposed to be at the old mansion right now?

And besides, there shouldn’t be other men around her.

As Austin Grant pondered this, Zoe Monroe suddenly remembered a pleasant event from not long ago: "Austin, remember when Master Kane said my painting wasn’t only good but also showed some talent. Did you hear it?"

"I’m really happy to receive his praise."

"If I had been sent to learn painting when I was younger, my achievements wouldn’t have fallen short of W!"

At least that W is an unattractive, rugged man.

And I, I’m at least a beautiful woman with excellent image and temperament, right?

After speaking, Zoe Monroe noticed that Austin Grant’s mind wasn’t focused on her at all.

Feeling annoyed, she abruptly turned her head, yet everyone in the crowd wore masks, so who could tell what he was really looking at?

Zoe Monroe abruptly let go of Austin Grant’s hand: "What are you looking at?"

"I’m right in front of you, isn’t this enough?"

Austin Grant: "I was just thinking, perhaps I could send you to study under Master Kane, let him accept you as a disciple."

"But you have to behave and not throw a tantrum like today, understand?"

Feeling blissful, Zoe Monroe threw herself into Austin Grant’s embrace, while Vivian Sinclair took out her phone and snapped two photos.

Julian Thorne reminded her: "Phones are prohibited here."

"I suggest you carry a pen that can interfere and block signals next time."

With that, he confiscated Vivian Sinclair’s phone and tucked it into his own pocket.

Sure enough, the staff nearby who seemed ready to intervene saw the black ring on Julian Thorne’s hand and immediately stopped, refraining from approaching.

Vivian Sinclair secretly marveled.

Truly the city’s most powerful figure, his identity is the best interference tool.

Before long, Jordan Vance seemed to receive a sudden phone call, and his expression changed before he hurriedly left the side hall.

Julian Thorne quickly took Vivian Sinclair and followed him.

Outside the side door were the waiting bodyguards, who, upon seeing Julian Thorne, pointed in a direction.

"Master Julian, they went that way."

Julian Thorne led Vivian Sinclair up the stairs.

Vivian Sinclair couldn’t help but ask quietly: "Did you bribe the bodyguards here?"

Julian Thorne paused and didn’t hide the truth from her: "Not bribed, they were originally my people."

Vivian Sinclair was astonished: "Your people?"

Julian Thorne stopped and stared into her eyes, speaking word by word: "Miss Sinclair, this evening’s banquet was originally organized for you."

"I just want you to see some truths you haven’t known."

"Listen—" 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

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