Chapter 418

Sophia Evans' breathing grew ragged.

Her eyes burned with madness as she glared at Vivian Laurent.

"What would you trashy women know?"

In a sudden motion, she yanked a comedone extractor from her purse and lunged at Vivian.

"Die!"

Vivian sidestepped effortlessly, delivering a sharp kick to Sophia's abdomen.

Sophia crumpled to the floor, writhing in pain.

Killer materialized beside her like a phantom.

"Care so much about this face?" Killer twirled the fallen extractor between her fingers.

Sophia's eyes widened in terror. "What are you doing?"

The needle flashed through the air, carving a jagged gash across Sophia's cheek.

A bloodcurdling scream tore through the room.

Blood dripped down Sophia's face as she touched the wound with trembling fingers.

"My face! My face!"

Vivian watched the sobbing woman coldly.

She could've given Sophia a chance.

But the fool chose destruction.

Emily Garnache hid behind the door, hand clamped over her mouth. She'd never seen Killer like this—cold as an unsheathed blade.

Killer tossed the bloody tool aside.

"Time to go." She turned to Vivian.

"Need a ride?"

Killer smirked. "Don't underestimate me."

Vivian nodded as the girl departed.

On the floor, Sophia continued wailing.

Vivian crouched beside her, gripping her chin.

"Know why this happened?"

Sophia's gaze was vacant, the grotesque wound still bleeding.

"Because you're stupid."

Vivian released her, skirt brushing Sophia's ruined face as she stood.

The once-proud beauty now lay in a bloody ruin.