ANMELDENBang!The door to Benita's apartment was forced open after a powerful blow from outside sent the metal hinges screeching loudly. Benita stumbled backward until her back struck the edge of the shoe rack, her eyes widening in shock as three imposing figures stormed inside without permission. An overwhelmingly intimidating aura instantly filled the cramped apartment."Where's Vivienne?!" Julian barked, his voice filled with fierce intimidation as he strode forward until he stood directly in front of Benita. His hawk-like eyes flashed dangerously as they demanded an answer. "Don't you dare hide her in here, or I'll tear this place apart right now!"Benita tried to swallow, her throat painfully dry. Her trembling hands instinctively clutched the hem of her shirt as she struggled to suppress the fear that had suddenly paralyzed every nerve in her body."I-I don't know!" Benita replied, her voice raised but trembling as she forced herself to appear brave before the three monsters of the Vanc
Vivienne kept her eyes tightly shut, clutching the edge of the thick blanket wrapped around her curvy body. Her breathing grew shorter and hotter, and a soft moan escaped her lips each time another wave of dizziness pounded through her head. Cold sweat trickled down her chubby temples, soaking the pillow beneath her.Tristan, who had not moved from the edge of the bed, immediately straightened his tall frame."Vivienne? Hey, can you hear me?" Tristan called, his voice filled with barely restrained panic. He pressed the back of his hand against the woman's plump neck once again, feeling that her body temperature was still dangerously high. "Damn it, the compress has already gone cold."Vivienne shifted restlessly, her pale, dry lips parting slightly."I'm cold... Tristan, it's so cold," Vivienne whimpered in a hoarse, broken voice as her curvy body instinctively curled deeper beneath the blanket to fight off the violent shivers consuming every nerve in her body that afternoon."How can
Tristan slammed the heavy iron door shut and locked it with three turns of the key, each one producing a deep metallic click. He let out a short breath before turning his sturdy frame toward Vivienne, who sat weakly on the edge of the large wooden bed inside the room."For now, you're safe here, Vivienne," Tristan said, his voice firm as he leaned his broad back against the cold steel door. His dark eyes swept over her curvy figure with a possessive gleam that had yet to fade. "This is my private underground villa on the northern outskirts of the city. Daddy, Christian, and Julian won't be able to find this place anytime soon."Vivienne did not respond. She simply leaned her full back against the bedpost, her breathing shallow and heavy. Her chubby face, usually filled with cunning confidence, had turned deathly pale, while her trembling eyelids struggled to stay open as a wave of dizziness struck her the moment they arrived."At least..." Vivienne murmured, her voice hoarse and barel
Dominic Thorne slammed the public relations report onto his desk with a violent force. His breathing came in short bursts, and his dark eyes burned red from lack of sleep after enduring two straight days of relentless pressure as the stock market continued to plummet without stopping."It has to be her! No doubt about it, this is all that fat woman's crazy doing!" Dominic roared, his booming baritone voice shaking the room and causing his personal assistant, who stood in the corner, to flinch in fear. Dominic's strong jaw clenched so tightly that the muscles in his neck tensed completely. "Find Vivienne no matter what! I'm sure she hasn't left the outskirts yet! How can all of you be so stupid that you can't even track down a single woman, huh?!""S-Sorry, Mr. Dominic... but Mrs. Vivienne's location is completely off the digital radar," the assistant replied in a trembling voice filled with fear, his head bowed deeply as if he could no longer withstand th
Vivienne sat cross-legged on the bed of Benita's apartment room, staring intensely at her best friend's phone screen with a pair of round eyes flashing sharply. Her plump fingers moved with an extremely constant rhythm, typing a series of captions on a new anonymous account that would not be able to be tracked by anyone."Done," whispered Vivienne with a voice full of a cold tone of victory. She turned toward Benita who stood near the bedroom door with an anxious facial line. "They think they can hunt me down as if I am a weak prey. Now, let's see how Dominic and his whore save themselves from the netizen's fury."Benita stepped closer, her eyes widening perfectly upon seeing what had just been uploaded by Vivienne to their city's largest social media network. "Vivienne... did you really upload that video? That short-duration video belonging to Dominic and Giselle?!" asked Benita in a voice that trembled shortly, shocked to see her best friend's recklessness."Of co
The secret order from the main residence of the Vance clan had spread widely to all corners of the district in less than an hour. Alistair was no longer using formal legal channels, but instead deployed all underground informants, tracked civil flight manifests, and even scoured the manifest lists of interprovincial high-speed trains to find the silhouette of Vivienne’s plump body."Deploy everyone at the city borders!" ordered Julian with an extremely tight shouting voice, his pair of dark eyes flashing ferociously staring at the digital tablet screen held by his personal bodyguard. He let out a rough breath through his sharp nose. "She could not possibly have stepped too far carrying a large suitcase without inside help. Check all highway surveillance cameras right now!""We are working on it, Young Master," replied the bodyguard in a hoarse voice that trembled with fear, immediately bowing deeply and then stepping backward in a hurry before Julian’s anger exploded completely in tha







