Chapter 100

Natalie clenched her fists, her nails digging deep into her palms. She stared at Vivian's retreating figure, her eyes burning with hatred.

"Oliver!" Oliver Roland grabbed her wrist. "Have you lost your mind?"

"But she—"

"Enough!" He shoved her hand away. "Do you realize how humiliating that was? Stay away from Vivian."

Natalie stumbled back, her face pale.

"I love Vivian," Oliver said coldly. "Don't come near me again."

He turned and walked away, his dress shoes clicking sharply against the marble floor.

"Oliver!" Natalie chased him to the entrance, only to see his black sports car speed off.

She bit her lip until she tasted blood.

Vivian.

This was all Vivian's fault.

She pulled out her phone and dialed a number. "I want Vivian Laurent ruined."

——

Inside the private dining room, crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow.

"Vivian!" Emily Garnache rushed over excitedly. "You were amazing! Did you see Natalie's face?"

Vivian took the menu from the manager. "Order whatever you like."

"You own this place?" Emily's eyes widened. "Is there anything you can't do?"

"Plenty," Vivian said with a faint smile.

Emily rested her chin on her hand. "Natalie won't let this go."

"She can't touch me," Vivian sipped her tea. "But you should be careful."

"Got it!" Emily pulled out her phone. "I already sent her the video."

Vivian smirked. "Well done."

After dinner, Vivian personally drove Emily home.

——

The hospital hallway still reeked of disinfectant.

"Dr. Laurent!" Ryan Fairsprene hurried over. "You're back!"

Nathan Clementson stood by the office door, his lab coat immaculate.

"Dr. Clementson," Vivian nodded.

"Ryan was frantic while you were gone," Dr. Liang teased.

Ryan's ears turned red. "I... I just had some cases to discuss..."

"Let's exchange contacts," Vivian took out her phone.

Nathan's gaze flickered between them before he turned and entered his office.