Chapter 643

Vivian Laurent knelt on one knee, supporting the limp Bianca Semona.

She glanced at Ethan Roscente with a meaningful look. "Pass me the tea."

Bianca's body trembled slightly, her fingertips icy cold.

Vivian could feel the deliberately suppressed rhythm of her breathing.

The teacup containing pale yellow liquid was handed over. Ethan frowned and turned his face away.

As the rim neared, a pungent odor assaulted their senses.

Bianca's stomach churned, her throat convulsing.

"Since you fainted, this will help moisten your throat." Vivian pushed the cup closer.

The edge touched Bianca's lips.

A slight tilt would send the liquid pouring into her mouth.

Bianca clenched her teeth.

She could endure humiliation, but she would never actually drink this.

"Now." Vivian's voice sharpened.

"Gah—!" Bianca shoved Vivian away and collapsed onto the floor, retching violently.

Vivian rose gracefully, brushing nonexistent dust from her skirt.

The crowd erupted.

"Such convincing acting!"

"Scammers these days are getting more sophisticated."

Bianca glared up from the floor. "Vivian! You dared to trick me into drinking piss!"

"I said it was tea." Vivian swirled the cup. "Care for a taste?"

"Stop playing dumb! If you're so bold, drink it yourself!"

Vivian arched a brow. "If I do, you'll apologize publicly and never harass me again."

Emily Garnache gripped Fiona Grandelle's arm nervously.

Ethan stared at the suspicious liquid, his expression dark.

Bianca's eyes flickered.

She refused to believe Vivian would actually drink it—this had to be a bluff.

"Fine! But if you back out, you must confess your crimes!"

"Deal." Vivian raised the cup.

Just as she was about to drink, Ethan seized her wrist.

"Let me." His voice was low, brooking no argument.

Vivian met his deep, worried gaze.