Chapter 59: Who Knows What Tomorrow Might Bring

Vivienne replied calmly, "It's already taken care of."

"If you ever find yourself in trouble, don't hesitate to let me know. I'm not looking for anything in return," Derek's deep voice resonated through the line, its warmth subtly unsettling her.

In truth, the situation wasn't as catastrophic as Sienna's dramatic account suggested. Natalie had expertly played the victim, exploiting the fact that most hadn't witnessed her shove Vivienne into the road. Bystanders saw only Vivienne's retaliation, making it easy to portray Natalie as the innocent victim. These self-proclaimed defenders of justice were unaware they were pawns in Natalie's game.

After a brief exchange, Vivienne ended the call. Looking up, she saw Sienna's mischievous grin. "Are you going to explain, or should I fill in the blanks?" Sienna teased, her curiosity evident.

"It's not what you think," Vivienne replied defensively, focusing on her half-finished meal.

Sienna leaned in, studying Vivienne intently. "Oh really? Then what is it?"

Vivienne sighed, knowing Sienna wouldn't let it go. "It's nothing like you're imagining," she said firmly, though unease tinged her tone.

Sienna's grin widened. "From what I've seen, it's only a matter of time before you fall for him," she said with a knowing smirk. Leaning forward, she tapped Vivienne's chest. "Can you honestly say you don't feel even a flicker of something?"

Vivienne's gaze flickered. Nothing? That wasn't entirely true. When Derek had said, "I'll always have your back," her heart had unexpectedly pounded.

Noticing Vivienne's distant look, Sienna pursed her lips. "That man feels dangerous. Be careful, or you might get caught in a trap you can't escape."

Vivienne smiled faintly. "Do you really think I'd let that happen?"

Sienna raised an eyebrow, her wine glass balanced delicately. "Who knows what tomorrow might bring?"

After finishing their meal, they went to the underground parking lot. "You've been drinking, so I'll drive," Vivienne said, taking the keys and heading to the car. Sienna, slightly dazed, followed.

As they reached the car, a clamor of footsteps and furious voices erupted. "There she is! That heartless woman!"

They turned to see a group charging toward them, armed with sticks and rage. Vivienne's expression hardened. Grabbing Sienna's wrist, she hissed, "Get in the car!"

They scrambled inside, hoping the locked doors would deter the mob. The attackers relentlessly battered the car. The cacophony was jarring, each blow a brutal reminder of their fury. They then hurled filth onto the windshield, their laughter echoing.

Before security arrived, the group vanished, leaving a scene of chaos. The parking lot fell silent except for Sienna's frustrated groan as she inspected the damage.

"My car!" she wailed. She stumbled back at the filth-caked windshield, fighting to suppress nausea. "It's ruined! I've only had it for two days! Those disgusting lowlifes—I'm calling the police!"

"I already know," Vivienne said, her voice low and cutting, her icy gaze sweeping over the battered car. Her tone was sharp and unyielding, a chilling reminder of the events that had transpired.