Chapter 174

Isabella Langley tossed the tablet onto Vivian Laurent's lap. The glaring headlines on the screen were impossible to ignore.

"Take a look. The top ten trends are all about you." Isabella smirked. "Even Sophia Evans, the A-list celebrity, got overshadowed."

Vivian arched a brow as her fingers glided across the screen.

Public opinion about the building collapse had completely shifted. The hateful comments had turned into gasps of awe. She never expected an accident to become the best PR move.

"Should you make an account?" Isabella pointed at the comments section. "Your fans are begging for it."

Vivian casually registered an account under the handle: "Vivian Laurent—Try Me."

Her first post read: "Wellness class is in session. Lesson one: How to live long enough to keep hating me."

The account exploded instantly. Followers skyrocketed.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Isabella shivered under Vivian's intense gaze.

Vivian blinked. "I'm broke."

"How much?" Isabella reached for her wallet.

"Save it for your own funeral." Vivian sighed. "I need fast cash."

The financial hole at Triple Six Realty was too deep. With the government project about to launch, their funds were drying up.

"Bank robbery?" Isabella suggested seriously.

Vivian rolled her eyes. "I'm thinking of taking a Dark Web contract."

The most lucrative bounties were there. One job could solve everything.

"Aren't you afraid the organization will find out?" Isabella frowned.

"I'll use a burner account." Vivian narrowed her eyes. "Besides, there's someone more suited for this than me."

At the hospital, Nathan Clementson paced anxiously.

"Vivian!" He rushed over. "Do you need money? I have savings."