Chapter 407

Ethan Roscente tactfully excused himself.

"Call me if you need anything."

Vivian Laurent nodded in acknowledgment.

Emily Garnache returned with a basin of water, a towel soaked in cold liquid. Her eyes reddened at the sight of Fiona Grandelle's swollen cheek.

"Vivian, should I go buy some medicine?"

"Use ice first." Vivian unlocked her phone. "I'll order delivery."

"I'll borrow ice from the neighbors." Emily stood up. "No one lives here permanently. The fridge is empty."

"Be careful."

"Don't worry. I speak Eudoran."

Emily hurried out. Vivian's gaze lingered on Fiona when her phone vibrated.

Isabella Langley's message appeared: "Got it."

Vivian immediately called back.

"That bitch Sophia Evans!" Isabella spat through gritted teeth. "She's been stalking you."

A video arrived on Vivian's phone.

The footage showed Sophia lurking behind them, lingering outside the restaurant. After being denied entry to the private dining room, she bribed a waiter to secretly film them.

"The waiter is her fan. Now he's scared and begging us not to press charges."

"We will." Vivian's voice turned glacial. "But go easy on him. Just teach him a lesson."

"What about Sophia? That bitch must have followed you onto the flight!"

Isabella's fury crackled through the receiver. "Let me handle her!"

"Calm down. This isn't—"

"Sophia Evans?"

A chilling female voice interrupted.

Vivian whirled around.

Fiona had sat up without warning. Gone was the usual timidity in her eyes—only piercing coldness remained.

This wasn't Fiona.

Vivian's chest tightened. The girl from the bar that night had returned—Fiona's alternate personality.

"Fiona, you—"

"Don't call me that." The girl smirked. "That weak, pathetic waste doesn't deserve to share my name."