Chapter 693

The heavily guarded government residence in the Kingdom of Eudora shimmered under the cold glow of crystal chandeliers.

Annika Heilbronn swirled her champagne flute absently, watching the bubbles rise.

"How's the public reaction?" she asked with feigned disinterest.

The suited man across from her bowed slightly. "The people are demanding the Queen terminate her pregnancy. Latest reports say she's fainted."

A crimson smile curved Annika's lips. "Excellent. Keep fanning the flames."

She wouldn't let Vivian Laurent complete the procedure successfully.

If the surgery failed, the Queen's wrath would fall entirely upon Vivian.

"Remember our deal." Annika set down her glass. "You eliminate that child, I eliminate your problems."

Under the ink-black sky, her silhouette vanished through the residence's back door.

Her car sped toward a secluded villa on the city outskirts.

...

Deathly silence filled the villa.

Sophia Evans huddled in a corner, her vacant eyes resembling a walking corpse.

Once a dazzling celebrity, she'd been reduced to a prisoner.

She'd lost everything: beauty, career, freedom.

Even the energy for anger had been drained away.

When the maid departed, Sophia pushed open her bedroom door—and froze.

"Who's there?"

Moonlight revealed a stranger seated at her vanity.

That face made Sophia's blood boil. "Vivian?!"

But she quickly realized her mistake.

Though this woman bore seventy percent resemblance to Vivian, her eyes gleamed like poisoned daggers.

"Relax." Annika smiled. "I'm here to help."

"Get out!" Sophia shrieked hysterically.

Unfazed, Annika produced her phone. "See how well your enemy lives now."

The screen showed Vivian Laurent arm-in-arm with Ethan Roscente, radiant smiles on their faces.

Another photo depicted Vivian with Theo Evans—a painfully wholesome family scene.