Chapter 354

Vivian Laurent couldn't bear to look at those two any longer.

Her good mood after work had been completely ruined. Annoyed, she pulled out her phone and dialed Isabella Langley's number.

"Let's grab a drink."

"Perfect timing. I was just bored out of my mind!"

They agreed to meet at their usual bar. As soon as they reached the entrance, Isabella grabbed her arm with a mysterious expression.

"Viv, I've got a big job for you."

"Go on."

"The Queen of Eudora wants to hire you for a consultation."

Vivian raised an eyebrow. "Royalty?"

"Her daughter is sick. Apparently, she was kidnapped as a child and has been traumatized ever since—can't even leave the house." Isabella lowered her voice. "Name your price."

"I'll take it."

"They're currently visiting C Country."

The two pushed open the bar doors, and deafening music blasted toward them.

Isabella leaned closer to her ear. "Rare to see you initiating a drink night."

"Annoyed."

"Ethan Roscente again?"

"Don't mention him!" Vivian gritted her teeth.

Isabella's eyes lit up. "Drama?"

"I want to strangle him."

A burst of mocking laughter erupted from the dance floor. A crowd had formed a circle, pointing and jeering.

"Look at the freak trying to dance!"

"Her face looks like it got doused in acid!"

"Nice body, though. I’d tap that if she wore a mask!"

Vivian pushed through the crowd. A girl was dancing alone, her curves accentuated by a tight outfit, but her face was marred by hideous scars.

"Shut up." Vivian's voice was ice-cold.

The men turned, eyes glued to her face. "Hey, gorgeous, wanna join us?"

"I'm teaching animals some manners."

"Did we say something wrong?" A guy with bleached hair sneered, pointing at the dancer. "Who the hell comes out looking like that to seduce men?"

"Exactly!" his friend chimed in. "Twisting like that—clearly just begging for someone desperate enough to screw her."