CHAPTER 200: CHAPTER 200: REAPING WHAT ONE HAS SOWN

But she was really exhausted, unable to lift her heavy eyelids, and soon fell into a deep sleep, losing all consciousness.

So when she woke up the next day, she doubted whether the clear female voice, that familiar "Noah," was just her illusion.

Noah Grant had already left.

On the bedside table, a notebook lay open, displaying his strong and pleasing handwriting in regular script:

Vera:

The Bernheim project requires urgent attention, and I need to go immediately. My return date is currently uncertain.

Vivian and all other trivial matters will be handled properly by others, so you don’t have to worry.

Also, the phone has been checked and is safe.

There’s breakfast warming in the kitchen, remember to eat it.

He’s flown to Bernheim again.

It must be urgent business.

He returned the night before upon hearing from Owen that she had disappeared, coming back unexpectedly.

When Vera called, his phone was off, so she sent a text message reminding him to rest.

She habitually opened her notepad to record her recent thoughts and experiences.

Seeing the recent title "About Ian Kane," she suddenly realized that Ian Kane had read it...

Vera frowned and scrolled to the end.

There were two additional lines at the end:

"I won’t disturb you again."

"...I’m sorry."

The six dots of the ellipsis were like a powerless rest after a long sigh, representing those unspeakable past events that couldn’t be mended.

Vera quietly looked at those two lines obviously left by Ian Kane, remained silent for a few seconds, and with her fingertips, hit "Select All."

Then, the record about Ian Kane and his reply were thoroughly cleared away together.

This twisted fate that had entangled her youth finally ended with Ian Kane’s complete exit, in a hasty conclusion.

...

At noon, Vera and Lucky were eating the seafood porridge cooked by Noah Grant.

On her phone, there was a live broadcast of Vivian Langdon’s clarification press conference after being bailed out.

In the footage, she wore a pearl-white haute couture dress, shimmering with silk luster, her long hair coiled up with a string of pearl hair accessories.

At this moment, she took a deep breath, her eyes filled with tears, yet she slightly lifted her head to prevent the tears from falling and forced a strong smile:

"...I never, nor would I ever, instigate or imply anyone to harm others. My conscience and upbringing would not allow me to do so. Besides, ballet is my life, and I respect every dancer, including my senior, Ms. Vera Sheridan!"

Saying this, a tear slipped from Vivian Langdon’s eye, which she gracefully wiped away, her voice becoming a bit hoarse:

"It’s my assistant, Mr. Paige, who guided an emotionally unstable fan, Mr. Xie, to commit a terrible illegal act. I am deeply shocked and saddened by this. Currently, Mr. Paige has voluntarily explained the situation to the police and taken the legal responsibility she should bear."

The barrage from the viewers was full of messages: The assistant is the scapegoat!

Across the way, Vivian Langdon looked at the barrage, and instead of getting angry, she felt secretly pleased.

So what if there’s a scapegoat?

Who could blame her for being a wealthy and powerful debutante?

Listening to the lawyer’s quiet urging, Vivian Langdon forced out two more tears, her voice carrying a crying tone:

"Here, I want to solemnly say to my senior, Ms. Vera Sheridan, who was caught up in this storm: I’m sorry. I never intended to frighten you."

She bowed deeply.

"The whole incident made me a victim too. Mr. Paige has confessed that someone deliberately instigated her to frame me."

Barrage: Frame-up? This Vivian Langdon is still making excuses!

Vera wiped her mouth with a napkin, her eyes full of disdain.

Vivian Langdon, "I’ve already lost the opportunity to represent the country at the Lorraine performance, which is a heavy blow to me... I really hope this matter can end here. I ask my senior, Vera Sheridan, to be lenient, to forgive me, and to give me a chance... to start over."

Hearing that, Vera scoffed coldly.

Vivian Langdon wasn’t apologizing; she was clearly being sarcastic, implying that Vera was deliberately making things difficult for her.

Especially since Vivian Langdon’s fans began to believe her, waving flags and shouting: "Justice for Vivian!"

Vivian Langdon, seeing how easily they believed her, curled the corners of her mouth in satisfaction.

She was ready to leave.

Just at that moment, a black figure suddenly rushed out of the crowd, storming onto the stage of the press conference, carrying a heavy black plastic bag in the right hand.

The air was filled with an indescribable foul stench.

The bodyguards were about to react when they saw the person already in front of Vivian Langdon.

"You’re the one who instigated my grandson to splash acid! You ruined him!" an elderly man with graying sideburns roared angrily at Vivian Langdon.

With that, the heavy black plastic bag drew an arc in the air and slammed right onto Vivian Langdon’s delicately made-up face.

"Ah!"

Vivian Langdon screamed!

In an instant, thick yellow-brown liquid cascaded down, drenching her entirely!

Like a golden waterfall, it instantly destroyed her makeup, her hair, and her pearl-white silk haute couture dress.

A stench exploded, causing the reporters and fans in the front row to choke and retch, retreating in horror.

Vivian Langdon was dumbstruck.

Filth coated her face, streaming down her chin, leaving her completely disheveled.

Everyone was shocked.

Including Vera in front of the screen.

After a moment, the barrage erupted.

[Spray... spray filth??? Did I see that right?!]

[Justice prevails in the end! Heaven shows mercy to none!]

[Vivian’s fans did this to Faye Jacobs before!]

[It’s so disgusting... but why does it feel kind of satisfying?!]

Never before had she been this embarrassed, causing Vivian Langdon to tremble all over. She screamed and fled, and the elderly man was subdued by the on-site security!

He was the grandfather of Vivian Langdon’s extreme fan, "Darknight’s Justice."

A few months ago, his grandson had been detained for splashing filth on a female star, and now he would face criminal responsibility for splashing acid as well. The old man resented Vivian Langdon for all the trouble!

...

Vera had just turned off the live broadcast when Mrs. Payne called.

As soon as she answered, Mrs. Payne’s gentle voice came through: "Vera, there’s an event for accompanying autistic children this Saturday as usual. I wonder if you can make it?"

"Only this time, Mrs. Grant will also be participating. If you meet her, would you mind?" Mrs. Payne paused and added.

Mrs. Grant refers to Rosalind Morgan.

Vera instinctively clenched her phone.

"It’s like this, most of the attendees of the event are female guests from the last charity auction." Mrs. Payne explained, understanding the awkwardness between her and Rosalind Morgan.

Also as a gesture of respect for Vera, a director of the foundation.

Vera pondered, "Mrs. Payne..."