Chapter 321
Vincent Valrose suppressed the disgust churning in his chest, forcing a fake smile onto his face.
"Vivian, let's not dwell on the past. Didn't you promise to come back for dinner? Let's go inside."
He didn't dare say more, afraid he might lose control of his emotions.
Ever since the Valrose Group was crushed by Ethan Roscente and forced to compensate Vivian for half the losses on her construction site, the entire Valrose family had fallen into crisis.
The threat of a broken capital chain had left Vincent scrambling. That was when he remembered the daughter he'd abandoned years ago.
A quick online search shocked him—Vivian had become the renowned Dr. Luna.
When had this exiled daughter of his studied medicine?
Vivian entered the villa without expression.
Natalie Valrose stood in the foyer, venom flashing in her eyes as her nails dug into her palms.
Vivian paused at the threshold, surveying the home she hadn't seen in years.
She hadn't stepped foot here since Natalie drugged and framed her four years ago.
During her exile to the countryside, she'd been erased from the Valrose family registry.
Memories of her mother's laughter still echoed in her ears.
This villa had been bought by her mother. The company had been founded by her mother. Yet everything had ended up in Vincent's hands.
The cruelest irony? Before her mother's body was even cold, Vincent had rushed to move his mistress Pearl Valrose and their love child Natalie into the house.
......
"What's wrong? Not happy to see me?" Vivian smirked at Natalie.
Vincent quickly intervened. "Natalie, aren't you going to welcome your sister inside? It's been so long."
Natalie snorted and turned away.
"Seems I'm not wanted here." Vivian made to leave.
"Stop!" Vincent barked. "Natalie, get back here!"
"Who wants her here anyway?" Natalie spat through gritted teeth.
Vivian's smile brightened. "I love seeing you hate me so much yet being powerless to do anything about it."
She turned to Vincent. "Isn't that right, Father? After all, I'm the honored guest you personally invited."
Vincent nodded eagerly, ushering Vivian inside with obsequious gestures.
Natalie stared at Vivian's retreating back, flames of fury burning in her eyes.
In the living room, Pearl Valrose sat with aristocratic poise, coldly assessing Vivian.
How dare this bitch—who ruined her daughter's wedding, stole their projects, and nearly bankrupted the Valrose Group—show her face here?
Tonight, she would make Vivian pay for every wrong she'd done to her daughter.