Camille instantly caught on to Vivienne's plan.A knowing smile spread across her face. "Count me in.""Norman went way too far tonight. He owes Viv an apology. And he owes me one too. If he has any sense... he'll get on his knees and apologize."Saying so, she was already on her feet, reaching for her bag.The others quickly agreed.Within moments, everyone was ready to leave.Vivienne nodded with satisfaction, “Let’s go then.”Norman...You wanted to make me lose face?Fine.Tonight... you’ll be kneeling in front of everyone.They walked out of Imperial Lounge together.The sound of high heels clcked against the marble floors, laughter echoing through the narrow corridor as they headed for the elevator.Vivienne walked at the front.Head held high. Back perfectly straight. A confident smile on her face.Nearly twenty minutes later, they pulled up outside Grand Corholt Tower.Before anyone could approach the entrance, several security guards stepped forward and blocked their way.Eve

Twenty minutes later, the convoy of cars pulled up in front of a house on Elmwood Street.A residential area on the west side of Corholt—rows of neat but modest homes, streetlights that were half-dim, and front yards that had never quite been properly kept.Not a slum.Just... ordinary.But compared to the forty-second floor penthouse Vivienne had just walked out of tonight, this neighborhood looked like a dump.At one point, Norman had bought the Desmond family a house in Hartwell Heights—one of the most exclusive residential areas in Corholt, with a private garden, a three-car garage, and neighbors whose names regularly appeared in the city's business pages.A more than decent home.A home that frankly exceeded anything this family deserved.But the Desmonds had sold it at half price just to move it fast, blown through the money in a matter of days, and ended up here.On Elmwood Street.In a rented house with paint peeling at the corners.Camille and the others got out and helped un