Chapter 377

Vivian Laurent jerked the steering wheel hard.

When Natalie Valois' car came barreling from the side, she swerved decisively into the adjacent lane.

Her vehicle carved a perfect arc, slotting neatly in front of the semi-truck.

Natalie clearly hadn't anticipated this move.

Her car was already at top speed—braking was impossible.

The truck driver's eyes widened in horror.

Crash—

The deafening screech of metal filled the air.

Natalie's sedan crumpled like paper under the semi's massive weight.

Vivian parked smoothly and dialed emergency services.

The truck driver stumbled out, his face ashen. "It wasn't me! She came out of nowhere!"

Only then did Vivian recognize the face behind the wheel.

Natalie.

One second slower, and she'd be the one lying in a pool of blood.

By the time firefighters arrived, Natalie was unconscious.

Shards of twisted metal had impaled her thigh.

Vivian watched coldly.

That leg would never function again.

Police pulled surveillance footage immediately.

"How long had the victim been following you?"

"Since I left the office."

"What's your relationship?"

"My father's love child." Vivian's voice remained steady. "Valrose Realty declared bankruptcy yesterday."

The cameras captured Natalie's murderous intent with perfect clarity.

It was midnight by the time Vivian finished her statement.

She didn't expect to see Ethan Roscente at the precinct.

He pushed through the doors, his suit jacket damp with rain, looking like he'd come straight from a cross-country flight.