Chapter 225

The banquet hall fell silent as Vivian Laurent's words hung in the air.

All eyes turned to her as if she were some bizarre creature.

Bianca Semona's face turned ashen, her fingers twisting the fabric of her dress. "You...you can't possibly be AN!"

"Why not?" Vivian chuckled, shifting her gaze to Victoria Roscente. "She's known my identity all along."

Bianca whirled toward Victoria.

Victoria's expression faltered before she forced a smile. "I have no idea what you're talking about..."

"Is that so?" Vivian arched an eyebrow. "How interesting."

Bianca exhaled in relief, regaining her haughty demeanor. "You're clearly an impostor!"

With deliberate slowness, Vivian retrieved her phone.

She logged into the AN Atelier official backend, displaying the verification credentials for all to see.

"Any more doubts?"

Gasps rippled through the crowd.

Several socialites began whispering behind their hands.

"Oh my God, she really is AN..."

"Bianca just humiliated herself."

"To wear counterfeit designs so brazenly..."

Bianca's face flushed crimson. "This proves nothing! It could be fabricated!"

Vivian pocketed her phone with a pitying look. "Must you lie to yourself?"

"You—!" Bianca trembled with rage.

Victoria took a subtle step backward, attempting to distance herself.

Noticing the movement, Vivian's lips curved. "Seems your dear friend won't stand by you."

Bianca finally registered Victoria's retreat, her heart twisting painfully.

She bit her lip hard, refusing to concede. "Stop trying to drive a wedge between us!"

Vivian shook her head. "I gave you every chance."

From her clutch, she produced an embossed business card and placed it on the table.

"AN Atelier welcomes visitors anytime."

The socialites swarmed forward eagerly, leaving Bianca standing alone.

Her gown suddenly felt like a garish mockery, every detail taunting her foolishness.

Vivian gave her one final glance. "Remember—you brought this upon yourself."