When Vivian Yates heard this, fragments of memories suddenly flashed through her mind. Her pupils shrank, and she said guiltily, "What did I do? If anyone did anything, it was that bitch!"
"Bitch..."
Upon hearing this, a mocking smirk appeared on Chase Lynch's lips. He said contemptuously, "Bitch? Why do I get the feeling you're talking about yourself?"
"You—"
Chase Lynch stood up and menacingly closed the distance between them, step by step. "She's living a glorious life, revered by all as Mrs. Grant, the Young Madam of the Grant Family. And what about you? You can only hide behind someone else's face, living like a filthy sewer rat, terrified someone will discover your true identity. You call her a bitch, but have you done any less?"
"Seduction, plastic surgery, even deliberately studying every detail of the person you despise... all just to get Leona Grant to spare you a single glance. And what was the result?"
