Chapter 117

"Did you all miss the key point? That woman Sophia Evans was chasing is breathtakingly gorgeous! Her aura, her elegance—absolutely stunning!"

"I saw the racing footage. She looked insanely cool driving that red sports car. Those drifting skills would make professional racers kneel."

"The car chase was insane. She stopped perfectly even with brake failure. That was some god-tier driving."

"This woman is ruthless! She broke Sophia's wrist! My poor Sophia!"

"Are you brain-dead? What would you do if someone tried to kill you? Breaking one wrist was merciful!"

"Serves her right! I've hated that fake sweetheart Sophia forever. She should get kicked out of showbiz!"

Public opinion was polarized, but Vivian Laurent remained indifferent.

Sophia Evans stared at her phone screen, nails digging into her palms. The situation had spiraled beyond her expectations—Vivian must be pulling strings behind the scenes.

"Is my PR team useless? Delete those posts now!" she screamed into the phone.

Her flustered agent replied, "We're trying, but the trending topics—"

"Did you find the scapegoat?"

"Paid a fortune. She'll confess online, claiming she mistook Vivian for the woman who stole her boyfriend."

Sophia smirked. The decoy wore identical racing gear down to the ring placement.

Soon, a tearful girl's confession video went viral. She admitted attacking Vivian in a jealous rage, mistaking her for a homewrecker.

Sophia's team immediately issued a statement painting her as the innocent victim.

Public sentiment shifted:

"I knew Sophia was framed! How vile to slander her!"

"Hugs for our poor Sophia!"

"Vivian must apologize publicly! How dare she hurt Sophia!"

Watching the tide turn, Sophia exhaled in relief. After years in entertainment, manipulating public opinion was child's play.

"Vivian, you think you can play this game with me?" Her eyes darkened as she glared at the night sky.

At dawn, Ethan Roscente's private jet stood ready—without him.

"I demand to see Ethan!" Sophia shattered a water glass in fury.

His assistant remained impassive. "Mr. Roscente insists you go abroad for treatment."

Unanswered calls. Sophia's knuckles whitened clutching the sheets. The once-devoted Ethan now treated her with icy detachment.

"All because of Vivian..." She gritted her teeth.

If the open approach failed, she'd go underground. Sophia recalled whispers of the "Dark Web"—where any "service" could be bought for the right price.

With a vicious smile, she typed a cryptic URL into her browser. This time, Vivian would disappear permanently.