Chapter 151
Vivian Fairchild curled her lips. “I see your memory isn’t serving you well. I thought I’d help you remember.”
“Remember… what?”
“I believe I told you to stay out of my sight. Otherwise, I’d beat you every time I saw you.”
“… V-Vivian.”
Amara Fairchild stared at the woman’s half-smile, panic suddenly seizing her chest.
She stumbled back several steps until she hit the wall, swallowing hard. “You can’t touch me! Dad and Jonah won’t let you get away with it!”
Vivian simply let out a noncommittal hum. “Is that so?”
“You-Ah!”
Vivian only raised her hand, but Amara shrieked in terror and covered her head.
A laugh escaped Vivian’s lips. “I thought you were tougher than that. Turns out, all it takes is raising a hand.”
Amara’s face flushed and then paled. “Vivian, you’re a psycho!” she said through gritted teeth.
“I’m a psycho?”
Vivian’s smile vanished inch by inch as she glared down at her.
“Amara, I didn’t want to waste my breath on you. You constantly pick fights out of sheer jealousy. Women like that are beneath me. It’s just pathetic. But you hit a wall with Jonah Granger and came looking for me. Am I supposed to be your punching bag?”
“Because this is all your fault!”
“Oh? Enlighten me. What exactly did I do wrong?”
“You and Jonah broke up! Why do you keep seducing him?!”
“Setting aside whether I actually seduced him…” Vivian suddenly reached out, gripping her chin. “Where does a homewrecker like you get the nerve to speak to me like that? Hmm?”
Those cold, predatory eyes paralyzed Amara, making her forget the pain in her jaw.
“When you steal something, you tuck your tail between your legs and hide it. You should be figuring out how to keep Jonah, not coming here to bother me.”
Vivian released her, dusting off her hands with a look of utter disgust. “Besides, given the current situation… even if I did beat you to a pulp, your precious Jonah might just end up comforting me instead. Don’t you think?”
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“Impossible!”
Amara snapped back on instinct, but then she hesitated-
Why wouldn’t it be possible? Jonah was clearly interested in Vivian again. And with Vivian’s sharp tongue, he might just believe whatever she said.
Seeing that her words had sunk in, Vivian rolled her wrists. “Get the hell out before I actually
use these.”
“… Vivian, I won’t let this go!”
Amara’s eyes burned with resentment, but a wave of regret washed over her for being so impulsive.
Vivian wasn’t a brainless bimbo. She even dared to scheme against their own father. What
wouldn’t she do?
Plus, Vivian had leverage over her…
If she played another trick, Amara would be the one losing everything.
The moment Amara got into her car, Zoe Hunt arrived.
She threw a concerned glance at the retreating vehicle.
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