Chapter 229

Victoria Roscente's words stabbed Vivian Laurent like a sharp blade.

The surrounding socialites' gazes shifted, dripping with condescending disdain.

So what if she was AN Atelier's designer? Just another servant catering to their whims.

Vivian set down her teacup with deliberate calm.

"When did I say I couldn't? I'm just worried you'll be too scared to touch the piano later."

"Ridiculous!" A woman in Chanel screeched. "Do you even know who Victoria is?"

Vivian didn't bother lifting her eyelids.

She truly didn't know Victoria Roscente. But she did know these people were digging their own graves.

"Whether she plays well or not—why should I care?"

"Then prove it in a match!" The Chanel woman challenged.

Victoria smiled in satisfaction.

This was exactly what she wanted.

"Why should I?" Vivian countered.

"Too scared now?" The Chanel woman sneered. "Anyone can talk big."

Victoria interjected smoothly, "Vivian, I can go easy on you."

Vivian nearly laughed aloud.

Go easy on her?

"Fine." Vivian rose. "Since you're all so eager to humiliate yourselves."

Victoria brimmed with confidence.

She was Maestro Fredette's prized protégé, after all.

"Don't cry when you lose," Victoria tilted her chin up.

Vivian leaned lazily against the grand piano.

"Begin."

She felt no anticipation.

How good could Victoria possibly be? Better than her own teacher?

Hadn't that old fool Fredette told his student about losing to her?

Vivian sighed.

She really didn't want trouble today.

But some people just begged to be put in their place.