Chapter 815

Vivian Laurent reassured her, "Don't panic yet. I'll get to the bottom of this."

"Thanks to your lead, I won't let this slide."

"Thank you, Dr. Luna!" Madeline Delmonico finally exhaled in relief.

After hanging up, Vivian exchanged a glance with Isabella Langley.

"That woman... Have we met her somewhere before?" Isabella mused.

"Summer," Vivian answered instantly.

"The Alpine Resort!" Isabella suddenly remembered.

She recalled the female attendant who had approached Vivian that day—they'd seemed acquainted.

"Investigate," Vivian ordered immediately.

She'd never suspected Summer before. Their encounters had been brief, with no apparent conflict.

The resort's records showed no employee named Summer.

Further digging revealed she'd only appeared that single day.

Clearly premeditated.

Even Summer's injuries at the hospital had been suspicious.

Vivian remembered Summer's sob story about her impoverished background—how she'd even treated her to a meal. Now it seemed even her name might have been fake.

"Fabricated identity," Isabella concluded.

The mall's surveillance footage had already been overwritten. The trail seemed cold.

Then Vivian remembered the child who'd taken Theo.

The kid had admitted to being hired. The description matched Summer perfectly.

"She's been targeting you for a while," Isabella frowned. "Could she be your father's love child?"

"Impossible." Vivian shook her head.

Vincent Valrose had no other daughters.

"Natalie then? Plastic surgery revenge?" Isabella guessed.

Natalie had tried to kill Vivian, only to end up crippled herself.

"She's wheelchair-bound," Vivian dismissed.

Who could it be? The puzzle frustrated her.

This level of elaborate scheming suggested deep-seated hatred.

"Maybe I'm not her real target," Vivian analyzed. "Besides, her skills and background are... unusual."

She'd suspected the Shadow Organization all along.

Why would they come after her?

A sudden thought struck her. She turned to Isabella. "When we rescued Zero... Didn't he mention having a disciple searching for him?"

Isabella thought back. "I think he did."

"What was the disciple's name?" Vivian pressed.