Chapter 403
Sophia Evans' cheek burned with searing pain, her ears ringing. Her eyes widened in disbelief.
"You dare hit me!"
"A slap is too lenient." Vivian Laurent's eyes blazed with fury. "A viper like you belongs in hell."
Fiona Grandelle was gentle and kind, yet she'd encountered this venomous snake.
Vivian didn't know why Sophia was here, but it was clearly premeditated.
That scalding water had been aimed at Fiona—but the real target was Vivian herself.
Beneath Sophia's beautiful face festered a rotten heart.
Vivian raised her hand again.
This time Sophia reacted swiftly, gripping her wrist. "How dare you!"
But Vivian's other hand was already in motion.
Slap!
The sharp crack of the blow echoed through the cabin.
"Another cup of boiling water, please." Vivian's voice was ice as she addressed the flight attendant.
She would make Sophia taste the same agony.
"It was an accident!" Sophia shrieked, rubbing her reddened cheek, tears welling. "I didn't know you were on this flight! I don't even know that woman!"
Her voice trembled. "I just asked for hot water—the attendant spilled it!"
Vivian wanted to strangle this lying creature.
A national sweetheart? More like a cobra.
Sophia must have known Fiona's appearance and set this trap.
Denial meant nothing. Evidence would speak.
"Sophia?" Ethan Roscente returned with cold water, his brow furrowed.
He'd recognized that figure.
"Ethan!" Sophia flung herself at him. "You saw it, right? It truly was an accident!"
Tears spilled on cue.
"I just woke up and asked for water. The attendant bumped into me near the lavatory. How is it my fault?"
"Vivian's framing me! Why would I hurt some stranger?"
Once, Ethan might have believed her—even a little.
Now, that tear-streaked face only reeked of deceit.
The more she played innocent, the guiltier she seemed.
"An accident? You're innocent?" Vivian's laugh was razor-sharp. "Do you think we're fools?"
The trembling flight attendant whispered, "It was my fault... but the lady did knock my arm..."
Her voice faded, face ghostly pale.