My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris)

Chapter 149 Can You be a Good Person

And the woman in front of them was very mediocre and lived in a very humble place, how could she be

the goddaughter of Madame Cheal?

What a load of crap.

"Who's your god-grandmother?" A policeman asked.

"My god-grandmother is, of course, Madame Cheal of the Cheal family. It's the most powerful Cheal

family in L City, one of the four great families." She explained in a serious manner.

However, as the words fell, the few police officers standing in front of her looked at each other with very

mocking, contemptuous smiles.

"Mr. Cheal has just called the police about someone stealing his wine, and we've opened a case.

Please come with us back to the station."

"Oh, heh heh heh, okay, okay. You guys wait for me to change clothes."

Vivian had a smile on her face, but she was cursing in her heart.

Morris, that bastard.

She knew he'd call the police, just didn't expect he'd call them that fast and not give her a chance to

return the drink at all.

Cursing, she changed her clothes in the bedroom before walking out.

When she appeared in front of several police officers once again, several of them immediately froze,

"You ...... you ...... are not that talented girl of the Lee family, Yoona Lee, are you?"

"They look alike, but the temperament, she is not even close."

"Oh, she's the daughter that Lee family claimed to be lost before, raised in the countryside. There's still

some difference from Yoona, not as gentle and noble as a rich family's daughter, but I have to admit

that she is prettier."

A few people commented on Vivian as if they were looking at items on the shelves.

Because the Lee family had opened up Vivian's identity to the public, it was not surprising that they

would know about it.

And while Madame Cheal said she wanted to recognize Vivian as her goddaughter, she planned to

announce it to the public on her birthday.

Nowadays, only people in the gentry circle know about these things, ordinary people were not aware of

that.

"Aren't we going to the police station, let's go."

Vivian was not pleased with their judgment and took the first step.

The few policemen were not too wary after knowing her identity, but followed her and talked.

"Surely she has grown up in the country, and she wants to steal good things when she sees them."

"She just said that Mr. Cheal gave it to her, and that Madame Cheal recognized her as her

goddaughter. It's probably not a simple matter."

"Gee whiz, she's a hick, and Madame Cheal would recognize her as a goddaughter? You're thinking

highly of her."

"Yeah, it is likely bullshit. Otherwise how could Mr. Cheal report her?"

"It's hard to say. Mr. Cheal even knows where she lives, yet he has to ask us to make a trip, and with

his ability, it's just a matter of waving his hand, yet he has to go through a lot of trouble. In my opinion,

this woman's words are incredible."

"But you can't believe all of it."

"Makes sense." Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

......

Vivian walked ahead, listening to them whispering behind her, and although she was somewhat

helpless, she didn't bother to open her mouth to interrupt their conversation.

Taking the elevator downstairs, Vivian got into the police car and went with them to the police station to

make a statement.

But when she arrived at the police station, she saw Morris sitting there, his legs folded, leaning on the

seat, clearly in a leisurely stance but giving a sense of dominance.

When Vivian saw Morris, he raised his eyes and met her anger-filled eyes.

However, a light smile faintly surfaced on his cold face, flickering away.

"Morris!"

Vivian's pace lurched, and in a fit of rage, she turned around and snatched the bottle of 1945 Romanee

Conti from the officer's hand, and angrily walked up to him, thumping the bottle heavily on the table,

"Here, your wine, take it back!"

As she spoke, Morris’ gaze watched her without a single word, but invisibly exuding a compelling and

intimidating force.

Vivian, who was baffled by that stare, couldn't help but gulp, her arrogance instantly disappeared quite

a bit, "Isn't it just a bottle of wine? Why called the police? Isn't that a waste of police resources?"

She swore to God that she simply thought it was a nice bottle of red wine.

When Vivian lived in his apartment, she could drink the liquor as much as she wanted, and she didn't

even have to ask about Morris.

But ever since she said she was leaving L City, leaving Madame Cheal, and losing her use to Morris,

Morris had made a shift in his attitude towards her.

She glanced at the wine cabinet that day when she couldn't sleep and found a bottle of red wine that

felt pretty good, but she never got around to drinking it.

She took it straight away when she left the apartment, but that unimpressive bottle of wine was worth

3.9 million!

Morris didn't contact her directly but actually called the police.

"Do you know the value of this bottle of wine?"

Morris sat motionless, slightly raising his forehead to gaze at her, questioning in a deep voice.

"Isn't it just a 45 year old Romanee Conti, who doesn't know ......"

Halfway through her words, Vivian stopped abruptly, waking up with hindsight that she had fallen for

Morris’ trap.

Morris knew that she had taken the wine and reported it to the police, clearly intending to set her up,

and if she admitted now that she knew it’s value, it would mean that she 'knew the law' and 'stole' the

expensive wine, knowing that it was expensive.

Without waiting for Vivian to think of a way to weasel out of it, she saw Morris spread his hands, tilting

his head slightly as he gazed around Vivian and looked at the police officers behind her, "Officers, did

you all hear that? She took this bottle of wine because she knew its value."

"Fuck!"

Vivian finally couldn't hold back her foul mouth, "Morris, how can you be so shameless? I ......"

She was at a loss for words, and finally bit the bullet, "This bottle of wine was obviously given to me by

you, how would I know its value? Issac went to my house just now and told me the value of this wine, I

was shocked and was about to call the police before they came!"

Hearing her words, Morris’ bland face suddenly sank, and even his gaze became harsher.

Just now?

Issac went to her house?

With Vivian's words just now swirling in his mind, Morris absently glanced down at the limited edition

jewel blue Rolex watch he wore on his wrist, it was already eleven o'clock late at night.

"Oh, yeah? Who can prove it?"

He tapped his long fingers on the back of his hand, and although he was expressionless, his heart had

long been in turmoil.

"Of course I can prove it. I'll call Issac now."

Vivian said as she pulled out her phone and prepared to call Issac.

However, at that moment, Morris’ voice rang next to her ear, "Issac is too close to you to be a witness.

You have no evidence, but I have surveillance evidence."

He said as he pulled a flash drive out of his inside suit pocket.

Vivian's gaze was fixed on the flash drive, and she was suddenly silent.

Only her eyes, burning with a roaring fire, had betrayed her.