Chapter 639

Sunlight spilled across the marble floors of the shopping mall, reflecting blinding glares.

Vivian Laurent's group stepped out of the elevator.

Emily Garnache suddenly stopped. "Isn't that AN Atelier's flagship store? Why's there such a crowd?"

Fiona Grandelle rose on tiptoes. "Must be a product launch. Your store's always so popular, Vivian."

Vivian narrowed her eyes, peering through the crowd.

Her instincts prickled with unease.

These weren't customers. They looked like troublemakers.

Bystanders gathered in small clusters, murmuring among themselves.

"I heard the owner killed someone..."

"No way. This looks like such a high-end place."

Emily's face flushed with anger. "What vicious lies!"

Before Vivian could stop her, Emily charged into the crowd.

"Shut your mouths! I'll call the police on anyone spreading rumors!"

Emily stood on the steps like an enraged lion cub.

The crowd recoiled from her sudden outburst.

The ringleader shoved her. "Who's this brat? None of your business!"

"It is my business!" Emily stood her ground. "Show proof or it's slander!"

The man sneered. "Proof? Everyone knows Vivian Laurent got away with murder!"

"Bullshit! The police ruled it an accident!"

Vivian remained at the crowd's edge, her gaze locked onto Victoria Roscente's store across the way.

Through the glass display, she spotted Bianca Semona lurking in the shadows.

That woman was like a persistent ghost.

Vivian slipped around to the back entrance.

Bianca was fixated on the commotion, a smug smile playing on her lips.

"Enjoying the show?"

The icy voice made Bianca whirl around with a gasp.

Vivian stood inches away. Bianca stumbled back, knocking over a perfume display.