Chapter 322

Vivian Laurent had barely stepped through the Valrose family's front door when Pearl Valrose's shrill voice cut through the air. "Stop right there!"

The woman eyed Vivian with undisguised disgust before snapping her fingers. "Maggie!"

A middle-aged housekeeper hurried over. "Yes, madam?"

"Fetch the disinfectant spray immediately. We can't have any filthy germs contaminating this house." Pearl's glare could have sliced through steel.

Maggie returned moments later with a spray bottle. Pearl pointed imperiously. "Spray her down."

"But..." The housekeeper hesitated, remembering the master's instructions about tonight's important guest.

Vincent Valrose attempted to mediate. "Pearl, what are you doing?"

Vivian calmly took the bottle from Maggie's hands. "I'll handle this myself."

Before Pearl could react, Vivian strode forward and unleashed a torrent of disinfectant directly at her face.

Pearl shrieked, stumbling backward as the liquid drenched her designer dress. "How dare—"

Another spray cut off her words, sending her into a coughing fit.

"Just disinfecting," Vivian said, shaking the nearly empty bottle. "Some viruses require special attention."

Pearl fled toward the bathroom, too spluttering to manage her usual stream of insults.

Vincent offered an awkward smile. "Your stepmother means well. She's always concerned about your wellbeing..."

Vivian's lips curled. That woman's expression had been pure murder.

"Viv, Pearl often asks about you," Vincent continued with false warmth. "Why not move back home?"

He'd expected polite refusal. Instead, Vivian nodded. "Excellent idea. Which room is mine?"

"Natalie!" The younger Valrose daughter practically vibrated with panic, terrified Vivian might claim her bedroom.

Vincent shot his daughter a warning look before turning back to Vivian. "Take your pick."

Vivian's gaze flickered between them before landing on Vincent. "The master suite appeals to me."

Vincent's smile froze.

Natalie exhaled in relief—as long as her own room remained untouched.