Chapter 409

Emily Garnache reached out with concern, her fingers hovering near Fiona Grandelle's face. "Does it still hurt? Should we apply something?"

Fiona's cheeks remained flushed an unnatural shade of red.

Vivian Laurent handed an ice pack to Emily. "Take care of her. I'll handle this."

Killer watched Vivian with narrowed eyes, suspicion burning in her gaze.

She didn't trust this woman. Anyone who could break through Fiona's defenses was dangerous.

"Don't worry," Emily murmured soothingly. "Vivian always keeps her word."

Killer scoffed, amused by Emily's naivety.

Vivian strode out of the room and immediately dialed Ethan Roscente.

"I've sent you the surveillance footage and statements," she said, her voice icy. "Sophia Evans won't get away with this."

Ethan's tone was laced with worry. "Where are you now?"

Vivian slid into her car. "Going to see her."

Meanwhile, chaos reigned in Sophia Evans' mansion.

"Useless! All of you!" she shrieked at the beauticians. "If my face is ruined, you'll pay for it!"

One beautician stammered, "Miss Evans, burns take time to heal—"

"Get out!" Sophia hurled a cosmetic bottle at the door.

She glared at her reflection, her swollen face twisting with rage. "Vivian Laurent, just you wait."

Suddenly, commotion erupted downstairs.

Before Sophia could react, her door flew open.

Vivian stood in the doorway, her expression glacial.

"Perfect timing," she said, her lips curling into a cold smile as she took in Sophia's disheveled state.