Chapter 247

The door burst open with a deafening crash.

Five disheveled men fumbled with their belts in panic.

They had been hired to defile Vivian Laurent here.

But the woman on the bed was Victoria Roscente instead.

"What the hell?" The lead thug wiped cold sweat from his forehead.

Before they could dress properly, a crowd had gathered outside.

The room reeked of sex and sweat.

The bedsheet was crumpled. Shredded clothes littered the floor.

Victoria lay naked, her face flushed with unnatural heat.

"More..." she moaned, reaching for the nearest man.

"My god!" Society ladies at the doorway covered their mouths.

More people pushed forward for a better view.

"Isn't that the Roscente heiress?" someone gasped.

Bianca Semona turned pale, her nails digging into her palms.

She had watched Vivian drink that wine herself.

Ethan Roscente's expression darkened dangerously.

He handed his suit jacket to Vivian. "Cover her."

Vivian accepted it, her eyes flashing coldly.

Had she not been prepared, she would be the one lying there.

She approached the bed and draped the jacket over Victoria.

"Don't stop..." Victoria grabbed Vivian's wrist drunkenly.

Vivian struck her neck with a precise chop.

Victoria collapsed instantly.

"Who hired you?" Ethan's voice could freeze hell.

The men dropped to their knees.

"Miss Roscente...she wanted us to ruin Miss Laurent..."

One trembling man raised his phone. "We have video proof!"

The footage clearly showed Victoria initiating contact.

Ethan's gaze turned glacial.

Though he cared nothing for his cousin, the family name was at stake.

"She promised us five million afterward..."

"Told us she'd bring witnesses to catch them in bed..."

The men tripped over each other confessing.

Gasps erupted from the crowd.

This scandal would dominate high society gossip for years.