Chapter 285: The Real Show Was About To Begin

Vivienne’s words emerged with deliberate precision. “Should I emerge victorious, not only will you kneel, apologize, crawl before me, and bark like a dog, but you’ll also perform a pole dance in the center of the square!”

Diana’s composure shattered at these words. While her own terms had aimed to tarnish a reputation, Vivienne’s conditions promised absolute destruction. The Mitchell family currently commanded unprecedented influence; their mere presence demanded respect. Diana, their cherished daughter, had grown accustomed to endless adulation wherever she ventured.

Natalie’s heritage carried even greater weight. She had basked in her family’s prestige since childhood, her refined education encompassing both artistic pursuits and social graces. She embodied the quintessential aristocrat.

A public display of submission would devastate their standing, but a pole dance in their revealing attire? Unthinkable. And this wasn’t just any location—Modern Square was a gathering place for the wealthy and influential. If they were seen in such a degrading situation, the names of Mitchell and Chambers would be dragged through the mud.

Vivienne’s strategy crystallized—she sought not merely to humble Natalie and Diana but to transform their families into objects of citywide derision.

An expectant hush descended upon the onlookers before erupting into animated whispers. “This promises to be extraordinary!” one voice murmured. “Surely the Mitchell heiress can’t fall to someone without connections,” another reasoned. “Perhaps appearances deceive,” a third cautioned. “This woman carries herself with remarkable distinction.”

Vivienne observed her opponents with serene amusement while dread crept through Natalie’s consciousness. It was subtle, but Natalie could sense it—like the slow tightening of an invisible noose. It felt as if she was being lured into a trap, yet she couldn’t quite pinpoint how.

Just as she was about to speak, Diana, caught up in the heat of the moment, blurted out, “Fine! Let’s make it a bet!”

From the very beginning, she had set this wager to crush Vivienne completely. To her, Vivienne was just a woman clinging to some wealthy benefactor, her presence in high society nothing but a fleeting illusion. And yet here she was, daring to challenge her—the heiress of the Mitchell family—right in front of Natalie, whose connections ran even deeper.

The terms Vivienne proposed? They were nothing more than a grave she had dug for herself. A smug smile curled Diana’s lips. “Perfect. With all these witnesses, no one can back out when they lose.”

“Fine by me.” Vivienne’s voice was as calm as ever, smooth and composed. Her expression was eerily tranquil, like still water reflecting the sky—deceptively peaceful, yet capable of swallowing anything that dared to disturb its depths.

From her seat on the sofa, Sienna smirked, amusement flickering in her gaze. She glanced at Natalie and Diana. The real show was about to begin. And what was a grand spectacle without an audience?

Casually, she pulled out her phone, tapped into a live-streaming app, and aimed the camera squarely at Vivienne and her soon-to-be-humiliated opponents.

Meanwhile, miles away, Milo—watching the stream online—could barely contain his excitement as he turned to Derek. “Sir,” he said, his voice tinged with urgency. Derek, who had been lounging lazily, lifted his gaze, his sharp eyes flicking toward Milo with chilling intensity. That single look was enough to make Milo tense up.

He swallowed hard, steadied himself, and carefully handed over his phone. “It’s Miss Hayes…”

In the next instant, Derek took the phone from Milo, his expression unreadable.

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