Chapter 219

Victoria Roscente clutched her thighs together, her face pale as she desperately stopped a waiter. "Where's the restroom? Tell me now!"

The moment the waiter pointed down the hall, Victoria bolted like an arrow released from a bow.

She had nearly lost control right then. Just moments ago, she'd been perfectly fine—until the moment she got into the car, when crippling stomach pain struck without warning. The spasms came so violently she couldn't endure them for even a minute.

Squatting in the stall, Victoria was drenched in cold sweat. When she finally managed to steady herself and straightened her skirt to leave—

Gurgle.

The unmistakable sound of her stomach rebelling made her face drain of color. Clamping her legs together, she rushed back inside.

Isabella Langley and her group caught the entire humiliating display.

"Did you slip her laxatives?" Isabella arched a brow.

Vivian Laurent gave a careless nod. "Extra strength. Should keep her occupied all night."

"Consider it a detox."

She had warned Victoria not to drink that tea.

Isabella's eyes gleamed. "If anyone causes trouble at the High Tea Party, we could spike all their drinks. The bathrooms would be chaos..."

The mental image of socialites clutching their skirts while sprinting made her burst into laughter.

Vivian tilted her head thoughtfully. "Not a bad idea."

They shared a grin, picturing the same scene.

Beside them, Lucas Lefèvre and Finn Deross instinctively tightened their legs.

Terrifying. Together, these two women could bring the sky crashing down. One plotted while the other executed—cross them at your own peril.

......

Vivian's group left early, while Victoria endured an eternity in the restroom.

The restaurant was packed, and a line formed outside the bathroom. Every few minutes, impatient knocks forced her to drag her weakened body out to let others in.

"Ugh—who did this?!" someone retched from inside the stall.

Victoria bit her lip hard. Back at the Roscente estate, no one would dare complain about the smell. But now, stranded here, she had to endure the humiliation.

Just two minutes later, the familiar cramps returned. She curled up by the sinks, desperately waiting for a stall to open.

Now she understood Vivian's "kindness."

This wasn't over. The High Tea Party was coming soon, and then...

"Miss? We're closing," a server knocked on the stall door.

Victoria stumbled out on shaky legs. The anti-diarrheal medication she'd sent for had done nothing.

In the car home, her body suddenly locked up.

Pffft—

The suffocating stench instantly filled the vehicle. The driver silently rolled down every window.

"Agh!" Victoria buried her face in her hands.

Never in her life had she been this humiliated. Vivian Laurent, just you wait.