The woman, having been rebuffed, instantly showed her vicious side. She grabbed the iced latte from the table and threw it right at Willow Horgan's head. Willow used her bag to block it, and the scalding liquid, along with all the sticky syrups, splattered all over her bag.
She kept her face utterly cold and slammed the bag onto the table. "Wipe it clean."
"What did you just say?" The woman looked at her in pure disbelief. "Who do you think you are? What if I refuse?"
"Then you aren't leaving here today."
As the standoff continued, a crisp sound of footsteps suddenly echoed from outside. It was the sharp click of high heels against the marble floor. A moment later, a graceful figure stepped into everyone's line of sight. It was Vivienne Sinclair.
Willow had no idea how she managed to show up in such a short amount of time, especially since she had just been with Julian Sinclair and his crowd. She didn't know how Vivienne appeared with such precision, but she knew her arrival was definitely not simple.
Sure enough, in the next second, Vivienne spoke up with a gentle, elegant tone. "What's going on? Did something happen?"
As soon as the words left her mouth, someone immediately recounted the entire incident from beginning to end. Naturally, it was the version highly unfavorable to Willow.
After listening to the story, Vivienne didn't say much. Instead, she uncharacteristically offered an apology first. "I'm so sorry. I bought these drinks to treat everyone and thank you for your hard work. It was never my intention for this to cause any conflict."
"How about this? I'll help you wipe it clean?"
After she finished speaking, she looked at Willow with a soft, kind gaze, acting like a completely different person from the Vivienne who had glared at her with such hostility earlier.
Looking at her, Willow finally realized exactly who Toby Sinclair had learned his rapid face-changing skills from.
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