Chapter 167


    Chapter 167


    At Room 1809, the Sea Breen Sulten in Ravidge City


    Vivien clenched her smartphone with a frosty expression. Anger smoldered within her as she stood


    before the hotel mom door


    Her hand thundered a knock ngainst the door


    Footsteps approached from inside, pausing briefly at the peephole before the door finally swing ripen.


    The moment those was a crack, Vivien shoved her way in.


    Smarki Her palm struck across Fanny’s cheek.


    “Bitch!”


    Vivien’s makeup was smeared, her fury igniting at the sight of Fanny in her silky spaghetti strap dress,


    her body marked with the evidence of n wild night.


    “You two faced snake! Can’t keep your word? Are you that desperate for men that you can’t stay away


    from Bainbridge?” She red at Fanny “Where is Bainbridge?”


    Fanny, the hand on her reddened cheek, spat back coldly. “He’s passed out drunk.”


    Vivien, skeptical pushed past her and stored inside


    There he was, sprawled on the bed, stark naked and dead to the world with empty wine bottles and


    spills on the sheets. It was a clear picture of a night spent with Fanny


    “Bainbridge! Wake up!” She shook him roughly.Têxt belongs to N?velDrama.Org.


    “Wake up!” in a fury, she dashed to the bathroom, returning with a basin of cold water to douse him.


    Bainbridge groaned and blinked awake. “What the hell!” Bloodshot eyes red at Vivien.


    “Tell me, is it true your dad got busted? Are the rumors about you poisoning your granddad and getting


    kicked out true?” She couldn’t believe she’d chosen such a vile loser!


    Utterly useless!


    “Vivien, you’re locking down on me? What gives you the right!”


    Bainbridge staggered to his feet, seizing her cor as he cursed, “It’s all because of you that I’m in this


    mess! If it weren’t for your stunt with Gwendolyn, the country bumpkin, Howard’s legs wouldn’t have


    healed! Vivien, you’re a jinx”


    Bainbridge spat venomously


    Vivien retorted with fury. “It’s because you can’t measure up to Howard! I must have been blind to


    choose you!”


    if only she hadn’t arranged for Gwendolyn to take her ce/


    Hating that line more than any other, Bainbridge flew his hand across her face.


    “Say it again, I dare you!”


    “I willl”


    Bainbridge had no pity for her


    Nor did Vivien back down. They tussled furiously until weakened by drink, Bainbridge was pinned to the


    ground. But Vivien didn’te out on top either. Hair disheveled, she stood, ring at Fanny, who was


    enjoying the show.


    “I misjudged you both”


    Betrayal coursed through Vivien.


    Fanny sneered, “Pity. You could’ve married Howard but you


    ward but you blew it. If I were you, I’d snatch him back”


    Adding fuel to the fire, she said, “I ain’t the reason for your sad song, it’s Gwendolyn. With or without


    your say, you would’ve been hitched to Howard, if not for her”


    Vivien felt as if she was under a spell, brainwashed by those words.


    “Vivien, you gotta get to Gwendolyn!” Fanny’s words were like a siren’s call.


    “Fanny, trash like Bainbridge is perfect for a dumpster like you.”


    Vivien stormed out of the hotel room, feeling more wronged with every step.


    She drove from the underground car park, crying all the way back to her home, her eyes swollen.


    Upon seeing Herman sitting in the living room, she could no longer hold back the tears.


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