Chapter 879:
The moment the caregiver saw the flood of threatening messages pouring in online, she tried to make a run for it. But there was a cruel twist of fate working against her—Vivian had organized a charity fundraising event in this exact area earlier that day, which meant the neighborhood was crawling with her devoted fans.
The caregiver didn’t even make it to the street before she was completely surrounded. In desperation, she ran back inside and slammed the studio doors shut, frantically turning every lock she could find to keep the screaming mob outside.
“Step out!”
“You sneaky Flaville spy! Come face us!”
“Stop hiding and admit what you’ve done to our Vivian!”
The crowd of fans pressed against the studio like a human tsunami, their fists pounding against the door in a rhythm that sounded like war drums. When it became clear that the caregiver wasn’t going to open up, the mob seized nearby chairs and hurled them against the glass. After several brutal strikes, the pane gave way with a sharp crack, splintering into shards as the crowd stormed inside.
From a distance, Johnny watched the chaos unfold. Panic surged through him as he fumbled for his phone and dialed Vivian. “They smashed right through the window, and they’re inside now!” he blurted out, his voice tight with alarm. “These people have completely lost their minds! Someone’s going to get seriously hurt! What are we supposed to do about this?”
Vivian fixed her gaze on the wall, her eyes narrowing. “Relax, Johnny. Nobody’s going to get hurt,” she said in a voice as smooth as ice. “Trust me on this one.” But deep in her twisted heart, she secretly hoped they would beat the caregiver to death. That would solve all her problems in one neat package. With no living witness and no concrete evidence, Vivian could spin whatever story she wanted. Even if the medical institutions tried to contradict her, she could claim the caregiver had threatened and forced her to lie about everything.
It was the perfect plan—all the blame would land squarely on a dead woman who couldn’t defend herself. Since she knew people were livestreaming this whole mess, Vivian quickly logged into one of her secret backup social media accounts to help steer the narrative in the right direction.
𝘼𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙯𝙚𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 g𝗮𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⫺𝖼𝗈𝗺
Inside the floral design studio, the caregiver was having the worst day of her life. She had never faced anything even remotely like this terrifying situation before. In pure panic, she ran…
She ran toward the back of the studio and threw herself against the heavy iron security door, turning the deadbolt with trembling hands. “BANG!”
The sound of fists and feet hammering against the metal door was deafening.
“We know you’re back there! Come out!”
“What’s wrong? Feeling guilty about something? Too scared to face us?”
The voices outside layered over one another, creating a wall of sound that felt like it was closing in on her from all sides. Who wouldn’t be absolutely terrified in a situation like this? It was like being trapped in the worst horror movie ever made—except this was real life, and these people wanted to hurt her.
“BANG! BANG!”
Someone had found something heavy and was using it to attack the door with methodical, terrifying precision.
The caregiver fumbled for her phone with shaking hands and dialed emergency services as fast as her fingers could move. But even with the fastest possible response time, it would still take the police several precious minutes to arrive. She needed to survive until then.
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