WantNovelChapter 674
Vivian immediately turned around and waved her hand. "Got it. You can leave now."
Once she heard the door close softly behind Donovan, she sat down at her desk, her face dark. She switched on
the office surveillance system. Only after seeing Donovan's figure disappear into the elevator did she shut it off.
On her desk were the photos Donovan had brought back. One by one, she picked them up and flipped through
them.
Whoever had taken these pictures clearly knew what they were doing. Every shot was from a perfect angle,
making it look like Zachary and Sarah were reluctant to part from each other.
Vivian couldn't hold it in any longer. With a furious cry, she tore the stack of photos in her hands right down the
middle, her eyes burning red with anger.
"Zachary..." she growled, her voice low and dangerous, like a wild animal with nowhere left to run. "You brought
this on yourself!"
Why West Ridge?
Of all places, why did it have to be there?
Vivian's long, polished nails dug deep into the flesh of her palm, breaking the skin until little drops of blood
seeped out. The sharp pain pulled her back, giving her a bit of clarity.
She closed her eyes and forced herself to calm down. A moment later, the elegant and untouchable Miss Wilson
that everyone knew had returned.
She bent down and picked up a torn piece of photo from the floor - the one with Sarah's face still visible. Gently,
she traced her finger over Sarah's image, her lips curling into a cold, chilling smile.
"Sarah..." Vivian whispered, her voice dripping with venom. "Looks like the only way this ends... is if you're
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She couldn't—wouldn't — let Zachary find out the truth and ruin the marriage between their two families.
Vivian locked herself in the dark room, turning off all the lights until everything was pitch black.
She stared into the mirror. Her face, twisted by jealousy and rage, looked nothing like the flawless beauty from
before. Covering half her face with one hand, she let out a crazed, eerie laugh.
She just couldn't understand it.
She was better than Sarah in every possible way-smarter, prettier, more powerful — the perfect match for
Zachary. So why... why couldn't he see her?
As she laughed, she suddenly felt something wet on her cheek. She reached up and wiped it away, staring
blankly at her fingertips.
"Tears?" she muttered, stunned.
The next second, she completely lost control.
She shot to her feet, grabbed the nearest hard object on the table, and hurled it at the mirror with all her
strength.
CRASH!
The glass shattered into a web of cracks.
Still not satisfied, Vivian burst into hysterical laughter and tears, sweeping everything off her vanity makeup,
skincare bottles, perf- all crashing to the floor, mixing into a mess of useless garbage.
Once she had finally vented enough, Vivian slowly looked back up at the broken mirror, piecing together the
fragments of her reflection. Forcing out a stiff smile, she grabbed stissues and wiped away her tears.
In just moments, the spoiled, graceful heiress was back - as if nothing had happened.
Calm and collected, she picked up her phone, found a number, and dialed.
The call connected almost instantly.
The person on the other end spoke with a cold, robotic voice - clearly altered by a voice changer.
"What do you need?" the voice asked.
Vivian got straight to the point, her eyes flashing with cruelty.
"I need you to take care of something for me."
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But these men had no intention of going to the area the guard pointed out.
Instead, they headed straight in the opposite direction - toward the counseling office.
At this hour, students usually didn't visit the counseling office. It was quiet, with barely anyone around.
The fake electricians were all burly, rough-looking men. They quickly found Sarah's office.
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