Chapter 90

The wealthy merchant turned every corner upside down but found nothing.

He had no choice but to interrogate each guest present, yet the results were disappointing—the suspect never surfaced.

At 2 AM, the merchant reluctantly called off the gathering.

Lucas Lefèvre cradled two raw jade stones Vivian Laurent had picked for him, grinning from ear to ear. "Viv, I'm meeting Amy and the gang to celebrate. Wanna join?"

"You kids have fun."

"Need a ride home?"

"No." Vivian waved him off. "Don't keep the ladies waiting."

She watched Lucas drive away before strolling down the deserted street alone.

Around the corner, twenty-something punks with rainbow-colored hair suddenly surrounded her.

"Hey pretty, all alone?"

Vivian scanned their pockmarked faces, her lips twitching. "Money or your lives?"

The thugs exchanged confused glances. Since when did their victims act tougher than them?

They'd been hired by Zero to test her. He suspected this woman might be the legendary Shadow.

"We'll take both!" The bleach-blond leader leered deliberately.

Vivian pointed to a dark alley. "Let's move there. No cameras."

The gang froze. Was this woman... volunteering?

What kind of psycho was she?

Ignoring their stunned expressions, Vivian strode into the alley's depths.

A black Maybach glided past.

"Stop!" Ethan Roscente slammed the window control.

His eyes narrowed as he saw Vivian being herded into the alley by thugs, his face darkening instantly.

Was she insane? Following street punks into a dark alley at night?

And her so-called boyfriend just let this happen?

Ethan pulled out his phone. "Police."

Divorced or not, he couldn't turn a blind eye.

He threw open the car door and marched toward the alley.

Inside, the gang had Vivian completely surrounded.

"Come on, sweetheart, scream a little?" The blond leader shifted awkwardly. Her calmness threw them off.

Vivian cracked her knuckles. "Either fight or shut up."

Just as the thugs prepared to rush her, a dark figure burst into their midst.

Ethan knocked out the nearest punk with one punch, shielding Vivian behind him. "Stay behind me."

Vivian eyed the broad back blocking her view and quietly lowered her raised leg.

"Mr. Roscente, what's this performance about?"