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The internet was buzzing about Ann being Chloe's mom. Everyone was sensationalizing the murder case, but no one mentioned anything about the baby swap with the Meadows family.
Chloe didn’t take the bait, staying cool and collected, ignoring Vivian’s emotional outburst. “I just want to know who gave you those documents,” Chloe said, her calm voice cutting through the tension.
Vivian was taken aback, not expecting Chloe to keep her composure and maintain that air of superiority. “You want to know? Well, I’m not telling you,” Vivian snapped, her anger bubbling over.
“If you tell me now, maybe I won’t hold you accountable,” Chloe replied, still unfazed.
Vivian let out a bitter laugh. “Chloe, do you really think you’ve got any power left? I’d love to see what you can do to me.”
Chloe just smiled, stood up, and dialed a number on her phone. She was calling Connor.
The call connected quickly.
“Can you do me a favor?” Chloe asked.
A few minutes later, Chloe returned to her seat.
Vivian smirked. “Chloe, stop pretending. Do you really think one phone call scares me? Who do you think you are?”
Vivian wasn’t worried. She had already deleted the original post. At worst, she’d face a minor lawsuit and pay a small fee.
But then her phone rang. It was the president of Beauté. “Vivian, I’m afraid we can’t offer you an editor-in-chief position anymore.”
Vivian’s heart sank. “But, we had an agreement!”
“You must’ve pissed someone off. Orders from above. Nothing more I can say.”
“Who... who are you?” Vivian stammered.
“Pathetic. You don’t even know who you’ve crossed,” A tall figure appeared behind Chloe. Vivian looked up, and her face turned pale with fear.
“Mr. Connor...” she whispered.
Connor stood behind Chloe, a hand resting gently on her shoulder.
Chloe looked up, surprised. “What are you doing here?”
“I told you last night, today’s Devon’s birthday. We have a room at Cloud Top,” Connor replied. “Didn’t expect to see you meeting a friend here.”
Connor’s gaze shifted to Vivian, who shrank back in her seat.
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