Chapter 63: Who Could Be Pulling Strings To Protect Vivienne?

The image of Vivienne humiliated and pleading for mercy brought Natalie fleeting satisfaction, lifting her spirits. Her phone buzzed beneath her pillow, its vibration breaking the silence. It was Melissa.

"Oh, Natalie," Melissa's voice was laced with concern. "I just read the news. How could you keep this from me? It's heartbreaking to see you suffer such an injustice!"

Her tone shifted to bitter disdain. "I told Warren from the beginning—Vivienne wasn't fit to be with him. That woman brought nothing but whispers and scandals to the company. Marrying her was bound to disgrace the Mitchell family."

Natalie's eyes flashed with contempt, but she masked it, her voice remaining gentle. "Mrs. Mitchell, I share some of the blame. If not for my involvement, Vivienne and Warren wouldn't have had such a dramatic falling out, and she might never have left Mitchell Group so abruptly."

Melissa scoffed. "The Mitchell Group is better off without her! That woman was nothing more than a country girl, deluded into thinking she could transform herself. Years of wealth can't polish someone like that. Her vulgarity always shows through."

Before Natalie could respond, Melissa continued, her tone softening slightly. "Natalie, concentrate on recovering. Once you're feeling better, we should arrange a family dinner to discuss your marriage to Warren."

"Of course," Natalie replied sweetly, her voice honeyed but calculated.

After a few more minutes, she ended the call and leaned back with a satisfied sigh. Her peace shattered as her assistant burst in, her face flushed and eyes wide with alarm.

"Natalie, something terrible has happened!"

Natalie's expression darkened; impatience tightened her features. "What now?"

The assistant handed over a tablet with trembling hands. "It's the video we posted earlier. Another account just released an unedited version. It shows you pushing Vivienne onto the traffic road. The internet is in an uproar."

Natalie's brows furrowed as she snatched the tablet. Her composure dissolved into icy disdain as her shaking fingers scrolled through the comments. Arguments raged beneath the video, dividing fans and critics, the chaos fueling her fury.

"Why would Vivienne pick a fight with Natalie in the middle of a crowded street? Maybe Natalie should take a good look in the mirror first."

"The real issue here is that she got caught red-handed. How does she still have the audacity to show her face in public?"

"I'd love to know what makes Natalie so bold—acting like she can toy with people's lives. Honestly, two slaps and a dislocated arm sound far too forgiving!"

Natalie's rage ignited. She hurled the tablet to the floor with a loud crack, her voice rising. "What are you waiting for? Get that video taken down right now!"

"No amount of money can fix this," her assistant stammered, her gaze darting nervously to Natalie's clenched fists. "The PR team already tried, but the video is locked down. Vivienne's name has even been flagged as a protected keyword—we can't manipulate public opinion anymore."

Natalie ripped off her face mask and flung it aside, her poise replaced by frustration. Her features twisted into pure malice.

Who could be pulling strings to protect Vivienne?