Chapter 326

Natalie's eyes reddened as her fingers twisted the hem of her blouse. "Mom, she's definitely after the family fortune."

Pearl's nails dug into her palms, a flash of venom in her eyes. "Don't worry, sweetheart. That bitch Vivian won't set foot in this house as long as I'm alive."

The next morning, Pearl froze in the doorway of her bedroom. The master suite had been stripped bare—even her skincare products were gone from the vanity.

"Have you lost your mind, Vincent?" She stormed into the living room, her voice shrill. "You're choosing that bastard child over your own wife?"

Vincent looked up from his documents, his expression dark. "You have no idea what's at stake. Vivian is now a VIP guest of the Roscente Group. Offending her means offending Ethan Roscente himself!"

"After all my efforts to bring her back yesterday, you ruined everything!"

He slammed the files onto the glass coffee table with a sharp crack.

Pearl staggered back, her face pale with shock. "You—you're yelling at me? What happened to all your promises when you proposed?"

"Shut up!" Vincent tore at his tie, his patience gone. "Look at yourself. All you've done these years is spend money on useless luxuries!"

He grabbed his suit jacket. "The company's cash flow is collapsing, and you're still shopping like there's no tomorrow. Get out!"

The front door slammed shut behind him. Pearl stood motionless, her meticulously maintained face contorted with rage.

Her trembling fingers touched her cheeks. At fifty, she spent seven figures annually on anti-aging treatments. Everyone praised her for looking decades younger.

"Vivian..." She spat the name through clenched teeth, her nails leaving white scratches on the leather sofa.

That bitch must have poisoned Vincent against her!

Late that night, Vivian emerged from the shower to find Ethan's unread message glowing on her phone. She dismissed the notification and slipped into bed.

The next morning, the aroma of coffee filled the apartment.

Dominic Atlante sat in the living room, impeccably dressed in a tailored suit, flipping through a financial magazine. He glanced up with a faint smile. "Good morning, Ms. Laurent."

Vivian arched a brow toward the kitchen. Finn peeked out, holding a plate of scrambled eggs. "Master! I'm taking my uncle on a tour of the city today. Wanna join?"

Her gaze flicked to the front door—the lock had clearly been picked again.