Vivienne's smile was like frost on a winter's morning - stunning, yet sharp enough to cut.

Even Raquel, who was known for being less than bright, could tell that Vivienne wasn't asking for her opinion.

With trembling hands, Raquel tried to pry away Vivienne's firm grip, her eyes rolling back as she scanned the bystanders.

Those who had been united with her in opposition against the Littletons, who they had considered a thorn in their side, were now nowhere to be seen.

As their eyes met hers, they all looked away.

No one dared to intervene or even utter a word of encouragement.

It was clear to anyone with eyes that Vivienne was not to be trifled with, especially with Leopold at her back.

His fighting skills were the talk of the town!

The two bodyguards had seemed formidable, able to kick down the steel doors of a gated community with ease, but Leopold could take them both on as if it were child's play, without breaking a sweat. Raquel finally managed to speak, her voice barely a whisper, "I... I agree...

"Smart choice," Vivienne nodded, satisfied, and finally released her stranglehold on Raquel's throat.

As Raquel gasped for air, clutching her chest and coughing violently, she shot a venomous glare at Vivienne. But before she could react further, she felt a sharp pain at her neck and darkness swept over her. Vivienne stood up slowly, brushing her foot against the hem of Raquel's dress.

Her gaze swept around the room, settling on the darkened security camera, then moved to Elwood, the property manager.

Elwood shuddered visibly, his voice trembling, "Ms. Hawthorn, rest assured, our cameras are out of order today. There won't be any gossip spreading from here!"

Vivienne didn't respond, just coughed lightly, "Leopold, stop playing around."

replied, speeding up his actions, and within seconds, the two towering bodyguards were sprawled on the

before striding over to Raquel, now lying behind Vivienne. His eyes, gleaming with mischief, swept

a run-in with him, cowered

up, "Remember to tell your folks that the bruises you got today are because of your

the

paused

passed the onlookers, "You

nodded earnestly, "We know, we

they didn't, they would claim to

It was too frightening!

cheerful and dangerous as Leopold? It felt like if they disagreed, he would be

not far

opened the trunk and tossed her in like a sack of potatoes, his

wasn't too keen on sharing a car

they were busy,

as if walking on plush

They were soldiers.

and reached to close the trunk, but the two

in there?!" one of them demanded, his eyes as piercing as

tucking the fabric in and slamming the trunk

fixed his gaze on the

her pale fingers pressing the lock

Leopold into the passenger seat, "We're

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