Chapter 116

Ethan Roscente ignored the man's presence.

His intense gaze remained fixed on Vivian Laurent. "I'll send Sophia Evans back to the hospital tomorrow. Her impulsive actions stem from the International Perfumery Awards incident."

"Vivian, I never imagined you're not just Dr. Luna, but also the founder of AN Atelier."

Vivian's expression remained unreadable.

She had anticipated her identity being revealed.

"Are we that close?" she countered.

Ethan hesitated.

"That racing bet..." he began.

Vivian cut him off. "A bet's a bet. I'll examine Sophia's condition."

Ethan should have been elated.

Instead, an inexplicable emptiness settled over him.

"Your car's damaged. We could have a rematch."

"Unnecessary." Vivian turned away. "Goodnight, Mr. Roscente."

She entered her home without looking back.

Ethan stood motionless, staring at the closed door.

"Contact me if you need anything," he murmured.

After her shower, Vivian's phone lit up with notifications.

Isabella Langley had sent a barrage of messages.

"Viv! Check trending! Sophia's murder video just went viral!"

"She's finished this time!"

Vivian opened the news.

The parking lot confrontation footage spread like wildfire.

"Wasn't me," Isabella clarified. "Probably leaked by racetrack spectators."

Sophia's contorted face filled the screen.

Gone was her usual gentle demeanor.

Comments exploded:

"OMG! That's Sophia? Terrifying!"

"Always knew her sweetness was fake!"

"No talent, just rich sponsors backing her!"

Vivian powered off her phone.

Darkness pressed against the windows.

This storm had only just begun.