Chapter 767
She was raising a ruckus, utterly oblivious to the fact that the crowd behind her had suddenly parted
like the Red Sea, creating a clear path.
Vivienne, with Leopold at her side, approached leisurely, her voice cool as a cucumber when it
finally reached Raquel''s ears, "I own this ce. Got a problem with that?"
The woman''s body shook, and she hastily sidestepped. Her beady eyes sized up Vivienne, taking in
her stunning beauty, and a flicker of envy passed through her gaze.
"Who the heck are you?! You think you can sass me?" Raquel''s husband was a small-time
entrepreneur, his bread and butter being a trendy nightclub.
The business had finally taken a turn for the better over the years, and they managed to snag a
quaint vi in Maple Town. Aside from her card games and shopping sprees, Raquel wasn''t known
for much.
She didn''t recognize a single name from the prominent Rivenwood families and, puffing out her
chest, was ready to give Vivienne a piece of her mind, "With that foxy look of yours, what are you
but some homewrecker? Shouldn''t you be hiding at home instead of unting yourself around?
Absolutely repulsive!"
"What did you say, you ugly bitch? " Leopold exploded at her words, fiercely protective of Vivienne,
"Say one more thing about Vivienne, I dare you!"
Raquel might have the guts to sass Vivienne, but she wouldn''t dare with Leopold. She was well
aware that Leopold was the young master of the Sterling family.
"Look at you, all scared. And you have the nerve toe to my Vivienne''s vi and cause trouble?"
Leopold nced at Raquel and casually tossed the two little rascals he was holding at her feet,
"These troublemakers, did you send them to the Littletons? So young and always sneaking around,
up to no good. Now I see, ''Like aunt, like nephews.'' What kind of property management lets such
trash move in, spewing garbage all over the ce?"
"This... this..." Elwood was at a loss for words.
Seeing her two nephews thrown to the ground, Raquel''s face turned green with rage. She raised
her hand and lunged at Vivienne, "You wench! I''ll kill you!"
"Bring it on!" Leopold had been itching for a fight!
With a swift move, he stepped in front of Vivienne.
He caught Raquel''s iling wrist, twisted her arm with practiced ease, and pinned it behind her
back.
Raquel screamed in pain, but Leopold was no gentleman.
He kicked her in the lower back and let go of her arm, sending her sprawling toward the ground!
Her nephews, seeing their chance, scrambled away, afraid that the woman''s hefty frame would
come crashing down on them and cause even more damage.
Vivienne looked down, her gaze icy as it swept over Raquel''s contorted features, "Bad luck indeed."
She pulled out her phone and advanced a few steps towards Raquel, then crouched in front of her,
"These injuries on this young girl, Amelia, and the whip marks on Tyler''s back, you had people do
that?"
The photos on the phone were crystal clear.
Amelia''s normally fair and tender face was marred with bruises and handprints, her arms covered in
chilling purple contusions.
Vivienne swiped through the photos, revealing the back of an adult male—Elwood happened to be
standing right behind Raquel and gasped at the sight.
Is that even human skin?
In the 21st century, who still bears scars from a whip?
The flesh around the wounds was raw and turned inside out, clearly a severe injury.
"Remember now?" Vivienne asked, her smile chilling, "Three hours ago, you sent men to the
Littletons''. For an hour, you subjected Tyler and Amelia to torture. I''m not wrong, am I."
Just thinking about the scene she, Kaitlyn, and Percival had stumbled upon upon reaching the
Littletons'' temporary vi sent shivers down her spine.
Draven had informed her they were a step toote. By the time their team had arrived, Amelia and
Tyler had been cornered in their home, a tall womanshing Tyler''s back with a specially made
whip.
His legs had just started to recover, barely able to stand, let alone fight back against Raquel''s
onught and her bodyguards'' restraint.
Amelia, clung to by Tyler, had been crying so hard the entire vi echoed with her sobs.
ording to Draven, if Flynn had been anyter, Tyler and Amelia might not have survived the
ordeal.
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"No, I... I didn''t! Stop ndering me, I didn''t do such a thing!"
Raquel was scrambling backward in panic, her eyes darting to the two bodyguards still holding up a
banner behind her, "What are you waiting for?! Grab her now! Let me tell you, my husband is
connected to an ancient warrior lineage! Youy a finger on me, and they''ll make sure you regret it!"
Ancient warrior lineage again?
Vivienne''s brow furrowed slightly.
Thinking she had struck fear into Vivienne, Raquel''s expression grew increasingly wild, "Scared, are
you?! Toote, vixen. Today, I''m going to peel your skin off! Daring to stand up for that cursed
family, do you even know who you''re meddling with?!
You, who live off clinging to men, will never in your life meet such high-ranking individuals... Ah!"
As the woman''s scream mixed with Raquel''s cry of pain, Vivienne grabbed her cor, "High-ranking
individuals?"
Her delicate-looking hand gripped Raquel''s throat tightly, "The big shots you''re talking about, are
they Kipling, or Zinnia? Or maybe, Gavin?"
As she threw out names one by one, Raquel''s pupils dted at the mention of thest.
Vivienne knew the answer and let out a derisive chuckle. "Looks like it''s Zinnia. Your husband
Kiefer, isn''t he Zinnia''s cousin? What do you think he''d do if he found out that, because of you, all
your nightclubs are about to be raided and shut down tonight?"
Beforeing here, Vivienne had dug up some dirt on Raquel’s family.
They owned three nightclubs in Rivenwood, an empire that had swelled over the years with Zinnia''s
financial backing.
But Kiefer wasn''t the type to remember a good deed done for him.
The sole son in the family, he had always taken it for granted that all resources, including Zinnia''s
investments, should naturally flow his way.
He despised his cousin Zinnia, usually forbidding his wife to even associate with her.
His treatment of Raquel was no better, often resorting to either verbal or physical abuse. If Kiefer
ever found out that his wife had secretly coborated with Zinnia and was behind the downfall of his
hard-earned nightclubs...
A sh of terror crossed Raquel''s eyes.
No!
It couldn''t happen!
If the nightclubs fell because of her, Kiefer would surely beat her to death!
Imagining that horrifying scenario, Raquel wished she could just faint away then and there!
Who was this woman?!
Feeling the trembling body beneath her grip, Vivienne’s smile widened a touch. "Seems like you
know what fear is. Good. I happen to need a witness to testify against Zinnia, and I''m sure you
won''t decline."