Vivienne's eyes blazed crimson, her body trembling with rage.
"Zoran, you beast! That money you gave me is mine. I can spend it however I want. What right do you have to make me pay it back?"
"I gave you money for household expenses with marriage in mind. I never said you could spend it on others."
As Vivienne was about to retort, my phone on the desk suddenly rang.
The caller ID showed Holt.
I glanced at it and promptly hung up.
Vivienne glared at me, gritting her teeth:
"Why aren't you answering my brother's call?"
Before I could reply, Holt called her instead.
Vivienne had barely answered when she heard his urgent voice:
"Sis, quick, transfer me two million. I borrowed from loan sharks. I promised to pay in three days, but it's been six now. They say they'll chop off my hands if I don't pay up."
"What?!"
Vivienne's shrill voice echoed through the office: