Chapter 324
Pearl Valrose's chest heaved violently. Rage threatened to consume her rationality.
Who did Vivian Laurent think she was? How dare she act so arrogantly in her presence?
That face—an exact replica of her dead mother—made Pearl sick. The memory of that woman stealing Vincent Valrose resurfaced. If not for Pearl's meticulous scheming, the title of Mrs. Valrose would never have been hers.
"Bastard child of a whore!" Pearl shrieked, her carefully maintained face contorting grotesquely.
Vivian's eyes turned glacial. The smile on her lips froze instantly.
"Stay." Her quiet command brought silence to the entire living room.
"Shouldn't guests be offered tea after such a long visit?"
Pearl blinked, then curled her lips into a vicious smirk. She signaled a servant, emphasizing "scalding hot tea."
Steaming liquid soon arrived in a cup, white vapor curling from its surface.
Vivian accepted the teacup. With a flick of her wrist—
"Ahhh!" Pearl screamed, clutching her face as boiling water cascaded down her neck.
"Since your mouth is so filthy, perhaps boiling water will cleanse it." Vivian coldly observed her disheveled state. "A mistress who climbed into bed for status dares lecture others on manners?"
Pearl's meticulously styled hair clung to her face in wet strands. Her makeup had melted into a grotesque mask.
"Vivian! I'll kill you!" She lunged with hysterical fury, nails aimed at Vivian's face.
Vivian effortlessly caught her wrist. A sharp twist.
Pearl crashed onto the sofa, her expensive silk cheongsam crumpling beneath her.
"Try touching me again?" Vivian looked down at her with disdain. "First learn how to be a competent mistress properly."
Pearl's face had swollen red. The searing pain sent her into panic.
"Take me to the hospital! Now!" She clawed at her daughter's arm. "My face can't be ruined!"
Natalie Valrose scrambled to help her mother up, shooting Vivian a venomous glare before leaving.
Vivian remained standing, calmly adjusting her cuffs as if she'd merely swatted away an annoying fly.