Chapter 277

Vivian stared at the screen showing Alexander, her usually calm almond eyes now dark as ink. Half the car had been blown up. Just from the wreckage on the road, she could tell the bomb was planted on the right side. The distance had been carefully calculated—enough to scare but not kill. Typical Vincent Reeves move. He always got a thrill out of toying with the Knight family. "Mr. Reeves, it’s best not to poke the wrong nerve,” Vivian said slowly, slipping her phone into her pocket, her gaze suddenly sharp and ice-cold. Axel, the closest to her, froze. His pupils shrank. That look... It was like staring into some pitch-black ocean of death. Nothing human. Pure bloodlust. And before those words even settled in the air, she lunged like a lion snapping out of slumber, reaching straight for Vincent. “Protect the boss!” Axel barked, voice sharp. Everyone snapped into action. One of Vincent’s men jumped in front of him to block her attack. But a second later, a nasty bone-crunching snap rang