Chapter 373

Ethan Roscente watched her leave, a faint smile playing on his lips.

At dawn the next day, Ethan boarded the earliest flight to handle business out of town.

Vivian Laurent didn't go to the hospital. Instead, she headed straight to the Triple Six Realty construction site. After Natalie's previous sabotage, she had become extra cautious. She personally inspected the progress every week, demanding strict quality checks on all materials. Not a single flaw was tolerated.

That same day, Ethan's prediction came true—Valrose Realty declared bankruptcy.

Vincent Valrose had always been at the helm of the company. Natalie, despite her managerial title, was utterly helpless in the crisis. With Vincent detained, she could only watch as the family empire crumbled.

News of Valrose Realty's collapse instantly trended. As a prominent real estate developer, their downfall meant multiple projects were abruptly halted, leaving countless buildings unfinished. The trending list overflowed with enraged homeowners' outcries.

"Valrose, give us back our life savings! We emptied six family wallets for this marital home! My wife is eight months pregnant—she collapsed and was rushed to the ER!"

"Twenty years of mortgage payments left, and now the building is just a skeleton. Between layoffs and this unfinished nightmare, they're pushing us to the brink!"

"$60,000 down payment, $2 million loan. Every morning I wake up to debt with nothing to show for it!"

Furious homeowners stormed the construction sites and Valrose headquarters, surrounding the building in a suffocating mob. Someone shattered the company's glass windows as the scene spiraled into chaos.

When Vincent's secretary was granted visitation, the once-mighty real estate tycoon turned ashen.

"Valrose... is bankrupt?"

It had happened at least six months earlier than he'd projected. By his calculations, their funds should have lasted until year-end.

"Get me out! Now!"

But the cold bars offered no reprieve. With his bail date still pending, he could only pace his cell in impotent rage.

Natalie's situation was far worse. Unable to reach Vincent, the homeowners directed their fury at her.

"Bloodsucker! Give us our money back!"

"No one leaves until we get answers!"

Eggs and rotten vegetables pelted Natalie, leaving her humiliated. She had no idea why the company had imploded so suddenly. Worse, all her assets were frozen—even her villa had been seized.

When another rotten egg exploded across her face, Natalie finally snapped.

"Poor trash! A few million is nothing to you? Go sue if you dare!"