CHAPTER 33: CHAPTER 33: TURNING HOSTILE (REVISED)

Vivian Nash’s spine stiffened, and she stood there, dumbfounded.

She had known Sienna Monroe for seven or eight years, and in her impression, Sienna had always been someone who was exceptionally graceful and gentle, dignified and elegant.

She was always full of patience and kindness towards everyone and everything.

Vivian had never seen Sienna lose her temper and didn’t know that her gaze could be so cold and terrifying.

Everyone present had the same expression as Vivian.

Unbelievable.

Vivian’s heart raced, mixed with the guilt and slight panic of having done something wrong, her peripheral vision instinctively swept over the acrylic board not far away.

She licked her slightly dry lips, showing a look of grievance and sadness, her gaze radiating an irresistibly pitiful appeal.

"Sienna... you..."

Sienna decisively withdrew her arm, her face full of indifference, not even sparing a glance at Vivian, and walked over to the nearest third row.

This row consisted of a large acrylic board, connected to several smaller ones.

The screw Vivian had tampered with was actually not conspicuous, but as long as the screw was loose, the other acrylic boards wouldn’t be able to withstand the weight, setting off a chain reaction.

Sienna furrowed her brows tightly, her gaze carefully scanning.

Before long, her pupils constricted as she finally spotted the loose screw.

The screw was almost completely loose, and even without external force pushing, these many acrylic panels themselves carried weight.

It was only a matter of time before that acrylic board would fall down.

She pursed her lips, her expression somewhat heavy, and raised her slender finger to point at the screw, her sharp gaze sweeping over the surrounding staff, lingering on Vivian’s face for a few seconds.

"Is this your inspection result?"

Everyone followed the direction of her finger and was shocked.

"How... did the screw come loose?"

"If it falls, it would be catastrophic! What are you all standing around for?! Hurry and get a ladder, tighten the screw! Do none of you want to keep your jobs?"

Director Dawson was the first to react, hurriedly shouting at the stunned crowd.

The staff snapped back to reality and quickly went to fetch a ladder.

Everyone held their breath as they watched the staff gradually tighten the screw.

Director Dawson breathed a slight sigh of relief, then angrily turned to the leader of Curator Group B, "Team Leader Chaney, luckily the director discovered it. If this board had fallen after the exhibition opened, regardless of whether it hit anyone, don’t you understand how serious the consequences could be? Not to mention how many reporters and media will come today, if it hits the trending news, the art gallery would be utterly ruined! Besides, this is Teacher Audrey’s first solo exhibition in the country. If it’s ruined, can you bear that responsibility?"

Team Leader Chaney turned pale upon seeing the loose screw, and now listening to Director Dawson’s reprimand, he barely dared to breathe.

He raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, "I’m sorry, Director, Director Dawson, this was my oversight. I had thoroughly inspected everything last night, and didn’t miss any details, how could this happen..."

Sienna had already withdrawn her gaze from Vivian, and spoke in a calm voice, "There are forty-three minutes until the exhibition starts. Immediately inspect all four exhibition zones and public areas again. I don’t want to see any more safety hazards."

"Yes!"

Everyone responded in unison.

Vivian was extremely nervous on the side, her heart pounding faster and faster, as though it would leap out at any moment.

Her mind kept replaying the scene when she tampered with it.

It should have been foolproof.

She shouldn’t have left any evidence.

But how did Sienna know?

Sienna’s gaze was suffocating, like a sharp blade cutting into her heart, piercing her lungs.

But the plan that had seemed foolproof now turned into nothing, and the worry and fear were unwillingly wrapped around her heart.

Like a giant mountain, pressing down on her, making it hard to breathe.

Sienna turned around and captured the anxiety in her eyes.

Vivian also noticed her gaze, showing a pitiful smile, "Sienna, don’t be mad. They’ve realized their mistake and will definitely pay more attention in the future, you..."

"Didn’t they say there was a problem with B Zone’s lighting? Didn’t you call the technicians?" Sienna interrupted her coldly, "Didn’t you hear what I said just now? Inspect all four exhibition zones thoroughly! If there’s another problem, it will be a reflection of your management’s capabilities. Before doing something, think about whether you can bear the consequences?"

She had no evidence of Vivian’s tampering, so she couldn’t expose her directly.

But she couldn’t stay calm and friendly with someone who wanted to ruin her mother’s art gallery.

This wasn’t simple disgust anymore.

It was hatred.

Vivian’s heart trembled, and the panic and anxiety only magnified.

"Sienna, don’t be like this, I’m scared."

"Right now, I’m merely instructing you as the director to go back to check B Zone thoroughly, is there a problem?" Sienna intensified her tone impatiently, "Moreover, starting today, I want you and everyone else to call me ’Director’ in the art gallery, thank you for your cooperation."

With that said, she ignored Vivian’s shocked and pale expression, and turned to her assistant, "Nora, keep an eye here, don’t let anything go wrong."

Nora nodded, "I know, Ms. Monroe, don’t worry."

Vivian was never publicly shamed before, and the person now doing this was Sienna.

At this moment, she was bombarded by suspicious and scrutinizing gazes from the surrounding people, making her feel utterly embarrassed and furious.

Sienna was too much!

She bit her lip, lowered her eyelids, and the accumulated hatred overflowed, like a raging fire, ready to burn everything around her to ashes.

She took a gentle sniff, feeling aggrieved as she ran back to B Zone.

In the elevator, Sienna felt as if all the energy had been drained from her body, leaning exhaustedly against the wall.

She smiled apologetically at Audrey, "I’m sorry, Audrey, you trusted me so much, but I almost ruined your solo exhibition."

Audrey heard this and looked at her seriously, speaking only when the elevator came to a stop, "But it hasn’t been ruined yet, has it? You were so impressive earlier, showing true leadership authority."

"Don’t tease me. I was nearly scared to death; luckily we discovered it early. What if..."

As she reached her destination and stepped out, her voice abruptly halted, her steps stopping as well, not daring to continue.

That kind of consequence, it was more than she could bear.

Coupled with recent troubles from all directions, she might have already been on the brink of collapse.

Entering the office, Audrey collected her smile and questioned with curiosity, "What’s going on between you and Vivian Nash?"

Sienna turned to meet her eyes, opened her mouth, then finally sighed with a bitter smile, "Sis, why do you think people’s hearts can change so easily?"

Audrey frowned, stepping forward to grab her arm, "Was today’s incident caused by Vivian Nash? Doesn’t she know how important the art gallery is to you? How dare she meddle with the art gallery? Is she crazy? What reason does she have to do that?"

Sienna sneered, "Yes, why indeed? I don’t know either."

For them to end up like this?

What kind of deep hatred would make someone snatch her husband and then try to destroy the only memory her mother left her?

She didn’t understand, truly didn’t.

Audrey’s temper flared, rolling up her sleeves, she turned and was about to walk towards the door, "No, I need to go ask her! How dare she, eating someone else’s food while kicking their pot!"

Sienna hurriedly held her back, "Sis, don’t go! I don’t have any solid evidence right now, it’s useless to confront her!"

Audrey heard this and finally calmed down, "The human heart can barely withstand tests; Vivian Nash, that ungrateful wolf, maybe her heart was black from the start, you shouldn’t be too upset, it’s not worth lamenting over people like her."

That’s right.

It’s not worth it.

To mourn for a scumbag and a vile woman, it’s truly not worth it.

She lifted her hand to wipe away the tears from her eyes, smiling bitterly.