Chapter 266

The scalpel glinted coldly under the sunlight.

Victor Roscente felt a sudden chill against his neck as the sharp blade pressed against his jugular.

"Mr. Roscente, is this how you invite someone for coffee?" Vivian Laurent's voice was icy.

Victor froze.

He hadn't expected this seemingly delicate woman to move with such lethal precision.

"Don't move." Vivian's gaze swept over the surrounding bodyguards. "Unless you want your boss bleeding out."

The men hesitated, exchanging uncertain glances.

Victor forced composure. "Dr. Laurent, let's talk this through."

"Now you want to talk?" Her lips curled into a humorless smile. "Weren't you just trying to kidnap me?"

The blade pressed deeper.

A stinging pain flared as the skin broke.

"It's a misunderstanding," Victor insisted, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. "I only wanted to discuss my daughter's situation."

Vivian's eyes hardened. "Victoria brought this upon herself. That's none of my concern."

"You—!" Victor trembled with rage.

"Call off your dogs first," she ordered.

Gritting his teeth, Victor waved his men back to the cars.

Only then did Vivian withdraw the scalpel.

"Next time you come for me," she wiped the blade casually, "it won't end so easily."

Clutching his neck, Victor shot her a venomous glare before storming off.

——

Inside the clinic, Ryan Fairsprene paced anxiously.

When Vivian entered, he rushed forward. "Are you alright?"

"Of course." Her expression remained unreadable.

She had just settled at her desk when the door burst open again.

"Vivian!" Ethan Roscente appeared, breathless.

Her eyebrow arched.

Were these two coordinating their visits?