Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 533

His threat struck a lethal nerve. Vivienne’s heart skipped a beat, and she fell dead silent.

She couldn't afford a head-on collision with him right now. But recalling Susannah's recent warnings, she knew letting him anywhere near the hospital was out of the question.

Weighing her options, she violently suppressed her revulsion and offered a compromise. "Not the hospital. We'll meet outside. I'll send you the location later."

Hearing her yield, Jayden let out a satisfied laugh. "Good girl. I'll follow your lead."

Vivienne hung up, her complexion ashen. She deeply regretted ever crossing paths with Jayden Chase. If she had known he was a rabid dog, she never would have partnered with him. But now, they were in the same boat, and there was no turning back.

The next day, after relentless badgering from Jayden, she finally texted him the address.

It was a secluded, dimly lit speakeasy.

She had chosen it for its privacy. The booths were deeply recessed, the lighting was atmospheric and dark, and the chances of running into anyone she knew were practically zero.

Yet, the moment Jayden pushed through the doors and slid into the booth opposite her, the air grew thick and suffocating.

He didn't bother discussing their actual plans. He spent the entire time repeating, "I did you a huge favor, you owe me," weaponizing the GeneEdit Nexus and WH intel to hold her hostage.

Vivienne was nauseated, rolling her eyes right to his face without bothering to hide her disdain.

It wasn't until Jayden finally felt satisfied and sauntered out of the bar that Vivienne felt the crushing weight lift from her chest. Her energy drained instantly.

She navigated her way home like a walking corpse. The second she stepped through the door, she marched straight into the bathroom and cranked the shower to the hottest setting.

Scalding water poured over her, instantly fogging the glass with thick steam.

She scrubbed her skin until it was raw, but no amount of boiling water could wash away the lingering grime and humiliation staining her soul.

Vivienne stood with her head bowed, her wet eyelashes trembling violently. A predatory, lethal glint flared in the depths of her eyes. For every ounce of suffering and degradation she swallowed today, she swore she would make him pay tenfold.