The Stand-In Who Burned the Script novel Chapter 398

After finishing the food, she glared furiously at Vivian.

"Call the cops if you have the guts! Let's see if they dare detain the Sinclair heiress!"

Over a damn pastry, no less!

She took another sip of water, sneaking constant glares at the woman across the table. She looked as though she had suffered some monumental injustice. Finally, unable to contain her irritation, she kicked the chair opposite her.

She gestured with her chin. "Push that over here. I want to rest my feet."

"...???"

Vivian finished the last of her milk, licked her lips, and looked at her with a lazy, unbothered expression. "If you want to throw an heiress tantrum, go back to the Sinclair estate. What do you think this place is? Throw your weight around one more time, and I'll throw you out."

Scarlett scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Now that Silas is gone, you think you're the queen of the castle, huh? Let me tell you, Vivian, I have a massive problem with you!"

"What a coincidence. I have a sizable problem with you, too."

Vivian folded her arms, looking thoroughly entertained. "Looks like I need to have a word with the property management. They're letting any random stray off the street wander in."

"You bitch...!"

Scarlett had been so furious she sat bolt upright, but after a second thought, she forced herself to sit back down.

She couldn't let herself get provoked so easily.

"You don't even know who you're dealing with. There isn't a single door in Northside that I can't walk through."

"Mhm. Right." That was actually true. Vivian had to admit it.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to catch a homewrecker!"

"..."

Scarlett grit her teeth, her eyes practically shooting flames. "Confess and maybe I'll go easy on you. Tell me, what exactly is your relationship with Zachary Chase?"

Zachary?

Thinking back to the photos she had seen, Vivian immediately understood.

Scarlett realized she was losing her cool, so she fell quiet for a few seconds before downing the rest of her water.

"I've always felt like you were hiding something. You look like the neglected daughter of the Fairchild family, with a past as blank as a sheet of paper. But the truth?"

The truth was, she knew martial arts and clearly despised everything about the Fairchild family.

With her delicate skin and refined demeanor, she certainly didn't look like someone who had ever suffered a day in her life.

Scarlett narrowed her eyes, studying her intensely. "You aren't afraid of crossing me, and you aren't afraid of crossing Silas. You're the first person I've ever met who operates like that. I didn't dig into your background before because I thought you were just using me to get to Silas. But if you try to mess with me, I will lose my mind, I'm warning you."

Vivian offered a noncommittal "Mhm." "Lose your mind? Is this how you treat the person who saved your life?"

"...I already told you, you saved me, and I helped you. We're even."

"Fair enough." Even was even.

"But what do you mean by 'mess with you'? Let's ignore the fact that you only saw my number in Zachary's phone and knew we met up. Even if something was going on between him and me, it still wouldn't be your place to come screaming at my door."

A cold, mocking smirk curved Vivian's lips. "If I remember correctly, Zachary is engaged."