The Stand-In Who Burned the Script novel Chapter 505

"None of your business what I want. I don't have anything else to do anyway, so I'm going to keep an eye on you. I have to figure out exactly what your relationship with Zane is."

"..."

Vivian paused and turned around.

"I told you, there is no relationship. Is it really that fun obsessing over this? If you want to steal him away, go for it. It's not like I'm stopping you, and I'm not his fiancée."

"You..."

Scarlett was at a loss for words.

She had lost far too many battles against this woman already and knew perfectly well that she was no match for her sharp tongue.

Glancing around the already tidy living room, Scarlett threw herself onto the sofa, issuing a command. "I haven't eaten. Go cook something."

"Funny, I haven't eaten either."

Vivian looked at her, entirely unfazed. "Plus, I don't know how to cook. You do it."

"..." Scarlett's eyes widened to the size of saucers. She stared at Vivian for a long time before blurting out, "You may be the Vaughan heiress, but didn't you grow up eating dirt? Where exactly did you get this massive heiress attitude?"

It was even worse than hers!

"Born with it."

Vivian raised an eyebrow, a faint trace of mockery on her lips. "Besides, what does cooking have to do with status? Just because I didn't grow up rich means I should let you boss me around? Ms. Sinclair, are you so used to being wealthy that you forgot normal people have dignity too?"

"...I've never thought being poor meant having no dignity, but I don't hang out with poor people. A lack of material wealth usually guarantees a lack of mental depth. Sure, there are rare exceptions, but why would I gamble on those odds? It's not like I'm bored."

Scarlett's gaze shifted, revealing a sharpness that didn't quite match her usual bratty demeanor. "Now I'm kind of curious. What exactly were you doing all those years Dominic Fairchild dumped you abroad?"

"That's none of your business."

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