Chapter 221

Just as the needle was about to pierce Vivian's vein, her eyes snapped open. In a flash, her leg shot out, kicking the man with the syringe clear across the room. She flipped up onto her feet in one smooth move, eyes sweeping quickly across everyone present. Seven people total. Leading the group was Richard Grant. The other six? All familiar faces—flunkies from his company. Disappointment flickered across her face. So, the person behind all this still hadn’t shown up. “You-you-you’re not drugged?” Richard blurted out, looking horrified. Vivian’s voice was flat. “Who’s helping you from the shadows? Spill it, and I might consider letting the Grant family off.” Only "might," though. No promises. Richard blew up at her attitude, his face red. “You ungrateful brat! Feeling bold now just 'cause the Brooks family has your back? If it weren’t for me taking you in from the orphanage—” “If you hadn’t taken me,” Vivian cut him off, her sneer cold, “maybe I’d have lived a normal life. Maybe my rea