The bodyguards immediately stepped forward and dragged the eleven rumor-mongering boys to the door, followed by a chorus of agonizing screams from outside.
The guests were stunned, except for Vivienne, who, with dripping wet hair, happily twirled in place.
"Thank you all for coming to my birthday party. I'm so happy today!"
Back then, Vivienne thought: So what if I'm vicious? As long as I don't get bullied anymore.
The funny thing was, after she rightfully became vicious, she actually gained more.
The girls badmouthed her out of disgust, yet secretly copied her. Every item she wore out would sell out the next day.
The men were even more hypocritical. They were clearly captivated by her beauty, but to show how different they were, they constantly emphasized that they loved her personality.
Though Vivienne wasn't smart, she had self-awareness. Aside from that face, she really had no redeeming qualities.
However, returning evil for evil gave her a taste of sweet satisfaction. Even now, Vivienne still felt that being occasionally vicious wasn't so bad.
Just like now, she wanted to use that viciousness to teach Lara a lesson.
The autumn wind was desolate. The closer they got to the water, the more bone-chilling it felt. She was surrounded, lonely and helpless, with the Lotus Pond right behind her.
Lara was arrogant and overbearing. "You were pretty smug tonight, huh? Looks like it's necessary to teach you the rules of the Ravenshire family. Take off your clothes and jump in yourself."
Vivienne raised an eyebrow, expressionless. Lara's rotten nature truly knew no bounds.
"What? Are you not moving because you want us to do it? Let me tell you, if you take them off yourself, you can keep some dignity. If we do it, you won't even have a fig leaf left."
Vivienne replied, "It's all humiliation anyway. Does keeping a fig leaf really matter?"



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