Chapter 638

The black Maybach glided into the mall's underground parking garage.

Vivian Laurent stepped out in her stilettos, followed closely by Emily Garnache and Fiona Grandelle.

"Look! AN Atelier's new collection display!" Emily's eyes lit up as she tugged Fiona toward the boutique. "It's sold out online. I wonder if they still have stock here."

Vivian's lips curved slightly. "Pick whatever you like. My treat."

"But..." Fiona hesitated.

Emily whispered in her ear, "This store belongs to Vivian. Let's make the most of it today!"

Under the bright lights, the two girls happily tried on the latest fashions.

They each selected an outfit they loved.

The trio moved on to other sections.

When they reached the perfume department, Vivian paused.

AN's flagship perfume store stood directly opposite Victoria Roscente's Vine Perfumes boutique.

Bianca Semona stood in the crowd, her gaze locked onto Vivian.

Her nails dug deep into her palms.

"Everyone, look here!" Bianca suddenly shouted. "The owner of this store is a murderer! She killed my parents and got away with it!"

The internet trolls she'd hired immediately swarmed forward.

"A murderer's store? How horrifying!"

"Expose this unscrupulous business!"

"Do rich people think they're above the law? Are our lives worthless?"

The crowd began to stir.

Bianca watched the growing number of onlookers, a cold smirk twisting her lips.

She wouldn't make foolish mistakes anymore.

If she was going to hell, she'd drag Vivian down with her.

Customers fled AN's perfume store in panic.

"Don't buy her products! They bring bad luck!"

"I heard people who use her perfumes suffer misfortune!"

A trembling sales associate tried to explain, "These are malicious lies! Our owner is innocent!"

She fumbled for her phone to call the police.

A hulking man snatched it away. "A murderer dares to call the cops? Should we show the police your crimes?"

Other staff cowered in corners.

"Stay out of this if you know what's good for you," the man growled. "Or else..."

More people gathered outside.

Bianca stood at the center of the crowd, her face twisted with perverse satisfaction.