Chapter 389

Ethan Roscente walked away without looking back, his retreating figure resolute.

Sophia Evans stood frozen in place, her nails digging deep into her palms. She stared at his distant silhouette, tears welling in her eyes.

One after another, reports of media outlets refusing to cooperate reached her.

"Mr. Roscente's orders. Please don't make this difficult for us," the editor-in-chief on the phone said apologetically.

Sophia hung up, fury burning in her gaze. She was certain this was Ethan's doing—and Vivian Laurent was undoubtedly the mastermind behind it.

In a secluded corner of Roscente Group's headquarters, Sophia Sherwood murmured into her phone, "Remember, this must be pinned on Vivian Laurent."

A sly smile curled her crimson lips, her eyes glinting with calculation.

"Mr. Roscente is far too busy to bother with such trivial matters," Sophia Sherwood's voice carried an unshakable authority. "You know the consequences of crossing Roscente Group."

The media outlets fell silent, quickly agreeing to comply.

When Sophia Evans arrived at the Roscente residence, Victoria Roscente was curled up on the sofa.

"Victoria!" Sophia gasped.

The once radiant heiress of the Roscente family now looked gaunt and hollow-eyed. She trembled as she threw herself into Sophia's arms.

"It's all because of Vivian..." Victoria muttered incoherently.

Sophia gently stroked her back, her gaze icy. "I'll make her pay for this."

After returning to the country, Sophia secretly investigated Vivian.

"There seems to be someone hiding in her home," the private detective handed her photos. "But they never leave the house."

Sophia narrowed her eyes, a plan forming in her mind.

The next morning, she stood at Vivian's doorstep and lightly knocked.

"Anyone home? I'm here for a consultation."

Inside, Fiona Grandelle cowered in fear. She frantically dialed Vivian's number. "Vivian... someone's knocking..."

Vivian frowned. "Don't open the door. I'm on my way."

When Vivian's car pulled into the neighborhood, Sophia was leaning casually against her doorframe.

"To what do I owe this visit, Ms. Evans?" Vivian stepped out, her expression cold.

Sophia straightened, her red lips curving into a dangerous smile. "I heard Dr. Laurent is an exceptional physician. I came for a consultation."