The Stand-In Who Burned the Script novel Chapter 132

Chapter 132

During her years abroad, Vivian rarely engaged in social activities. She spent most of her time in her own little world. To her classmates, she was an unpredictable and mysterious woman.

But she did have a few close friends. Ike, who had just called, was one of them.

After hanging up, she sat at her desk, zoning out for a moment before sending an iMessage to Silas.

[Let’s have lunch together.]

As soon as it sent, she realized something.

She deleted the text and sent a voice memo instead. “Let’s have lunch together.”

Just as she expected, there was no reply.

Unbothered, she opened her laptop, skimmed through the day’s tasks, and seeing nothing urgent, launched Minesweeper.

She barely finished two rounds before Zoe Hunt knocked and walked in.

“Vivian.”

Vivian glanced up, signaling her to continue.

“The car from the hit-and-run three years ago has reappeared.”

Vivian’s hand froze on the mouse. She looked up. “Where?”

“Right here in Northside.”

“Oh? What a coincidence.”

“Yes.” Zoe had kept people strictly monitoring the case, so there was no mistake. “Three years ago, the police concluded it was a cloned plate. When they couldn’t track down the driver, the investigation fizzled out.”

“But our people dug deeper. The car changed hands multiple times and is now registered to a man named Harvey Ward.”

Vivian let go of the mouse, her gaze locked on the monitor.

She had hit a mine.

Game over

“Then we should ask this Mr. Ward exactly where he was three years ago.”

“Understood.” Zoe paused, looking at the breathtakingly relaxed woman behind the desk.

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“Vivian, do you want to go?”

“No need.” Perhaps it was just the mention of the accident, but a sharp phantom pain shot through Vivian’s left leg. Her eyes turned cold.

“You just need to find out if the crash was an accident or premeditated. If it was an accident, don’t give him too hard of a time. But if it was intentional…”

She didn’t finish the sentence, but Zoe understood perfectly.

If it was intentional, there were many more variables to consider.

Such as who was behind it, and what their motive was.

Zoe left, leaving the office completely silent. Vivian leaned back in her chair, staring deeply at the ceiling.

The scene from three years ago played out before her eyes. A long-buried secret was struggling to break free.

She had just returned to the country and received a mysterious text: [If you want to know how your mother died, meet me at The Meridian Bistro at 3 PM.]

She didn’t know the sender, and the number was untraceable.

On her way to The Meridian Bistro, the crash happened.

Vivian lowered her gaze to the leg that had almost been severed.

Her mother’s death had been her worst nightmare growing up. If she had to find closure, she

needed the truth.

At eleven, Vivian called ahead to book a table and left her office.

“Vivian.”

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