Chapter 832

The phone screen lit up with Vivian Laurent's name flashing accusingly.

Zoe Chamberlain stared at the name, her fingers trembling.

The internet was flooded with praise for Vivian, while she had become public enemy number one.

She slammed the reject button and threw the phone onto the couch.

The ringing started again, shrill and relentless like a death knell.

"Vivian!" Zoe snatched up the phone. "Happy now? The whole world worships you while cursing me! But I was forced into this!"

A soft chuckle came through the receiver.

"Poor Zoe," Vivian's voice was terrifyingly calm. "Still making excuses."

Zoe clenched her fist.

"People hate you because you deserve it," Vivian enunciated each word. "Tell me honestly - are they wrong?"

Zoe's chest heaved violently.

"What? Called just to lecture me?" she spat through gritted teeth.

"I'm not your teacher," Vivian's tone turned icy. "Let's meet."

"No!"

"Scared?" Vivian suddenly lowered her voice. "I know about your backer. The one who looks like me."

Zoe's breath hitched.

"Want your old life back?" Vivian's words slithered into her ear like a venomous snake.

Zoe's fingers dug unconsciously into the couch.

Of course she did. But that person terrified her.

"What...do you really want?" Zoe's voice wavered.

"Face to face." A pause. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you."

Zoe stared at the night outside her window.

Meeting Vivian was dangerous. But maybe...this was her only chance.

"Location," she finally said.

After hanging up, Zoe immediately opened a recording app.

If Vivian tried anything, she'd expose this "perfect goddess" to the entire world.