Pregnant and Favored: See You in the Morning, Young Master novel Chapter 602

Like hell she did! Come to think of it, he had also flirted with her like this while they were playing games earlier! Unwilling to experience that again, Xavia retorted, “As if I’d be immodest enough to enjoy things like that. Only someone like you would find pleasure in such activities, Uncle Zivon.”

Upon hearing that, Zivon’s hoarse voice rose slightly as he replied, “Is that so? Correct me if I’m wrong, but you’re the one who keeps alternating between calling me Young Master Burton, Brother-in-law, Uncle Zivon, and now, old man. Do you need me to remind you what it means for younger girls to call young men, ‘old men’? Actually, just go online and have a look at girls who refer to their partners as daddy.”

His statement prompted Xavia to immediately choke on her saliva! The fact that Zivon had used a seductive tone to say all that only made Xavia even angrier! She had called him all that because of his identity! As for ‘old man,’ that was clearly a mockery! How did he even manage to get to this conclusion?!

Whatever the case was, she didn’t want to talk any further about this with him. After all, she was sure that things would only grow more ambiguous if they continued. With that, she was prompted to say, “Fine, then I won’t call you anything at all from now on! Now, if there’s nothing else, please excuse me.”

With that said, she immediately left the room. Who knew what other tricks he’d come up with if she stayed any longer? As for Zivon, he simply narrowed his eyes as he watched her leave, his gaze slightly hazy…

Regardless, Xavia had just made it to the end of the corridor when she bumped into Jenna! Upon seeing Xavia, Jenna’s expression instantly fell as she asked, “You… were in Zivon’s room…?”

Anyone would overthink when a woman entered a man’s room this late at night! Still, Xavia knew better than to say that Zivon was making things difficult for her. In fact, the more she thought about how Zivon had teased her earlier, the more uncomfortable she got. With that in mind, she eventually replied, “…I… only went there to meet Maison and explain what had happened to Lady Burton…”

Jenna was naturally able to notice Xavia’s blushing cheeks, which prompted her to coldly say, “You keep saying you don’t like Zivon yet you’re constantly looking for a way to get involved with him. Forget the name, ‘Xavia’, you should be called imposter instead!”

After saying that, Jenna gave Xavia one final fierce glare before arrogantly walking off. There was no point talking too much with fakers like her. That aside, Xavia had to be dealt with as soon as possible! With that in mind, Jenna sent a text message to her agent, stating, ‘It’s time to make a move.’

Moving back to Xavia, though she knew Jenna was angry, she couldn’t really explain herself. Then again, there wasn’t really a reason for her to explain herself either. The only thing Xavia could do now was dissolve her relationship with Keith as soon as possible. Only by doing that would she be able to stay away from these people and have her credibility back…

With that in mind, she was prompted to send Keith a text message, stating, ‘Look, I don’t care about my reputation anymore. I’ll be going along with the plan I told you about earlier tomorrow.’

“…Take action? Are you sure?” asked Keith with a slightly raised brow.

“Indeed… More specifically, Miss Jenna sent out a message as soon as Xavia was out of sight… Knowing Miss Jenna, she definitely sees Xavia as a threat, and she definitely won’t allow her to stay too close to Young Master Zivon…”

Jenna had the habit of secretly driving away countless women who attempted to get close to Zivon in the past. With that in mind, Xavia was no different from them. Whatever the case was, Keith then said, “Alright… Continue paying close attention to their dynamic and keep me informed when you get any new news.”

“Will do…”

Fast forward to the next day, Xavia was already up at the break of dawn. After all, she was planning to quietly leave when everyone wasn’t around…