Chapter 133

"Hah, you're finished now! Mr. Blackwood will destroy you!" Vincent sneered through gritted teeth, clutching his shattered arm.

Pain radiated through his body, sweat beading on his forehead. Yet the thought of Vivian's impending doom brought him twisted satisfaction.

He turned to Nathaniel with malicious glee. "Sir, let's handle this personally. An eye for an eye, don't you think? We should shatter every bone in her body - teach her not to disrespect our industry!"

"Shatter her bones?" Nathaniel's eyes darkened dangerously. "Interesting suggestion."

Vivian's blood ran cold. She never imagined he could be this cruel. 'We were married once! Even if it was just to hide his orientation, I was still his wife! Does he really need to go this far?'

Vincent immediately puffed up with arrogance, barking at the security team. "You heard Mr. Blackwood! Break all her limbs! Let's see how high and mighty she acts then!"

As the guards moved forward, Nathaniel suddenly lunged at Vincent, delivering a brutal kick to his chest that sent him crashing backward.

"Break his limbs instead," Nathaniel commanded coldly, not even glancing at the writhing man.

Vincent turned deathly pale. "Mr. Blackwood! What- What did I do wrong? Please, explain!"

The entire room froze in shock. Vivian stared, equally confused. 'What's his game now?'

Vincent crawled pathetically, clutching Nathaniel's trousers. "Tell me my mistake! I followed your orders! At least give me that much!"

Nathaniel's gaze turned glacial. "I said ask her to leave. Not throw her out. If you can't follow simple instructions, you're worthless to me."

The security team moved swiftly, dragging away the screaming Vincent. His terrified shrieks echoed through the hall until they faded into silence.

The remaining spectators scattered quickly, not daring to whisper about the Blackwood heir. Within moments, the exhibition hall stood empty once more.

Nathaniel remained motionless, his piercing stare fixed on Vivian. The intensity of his gaze could shatter glass.

Vivian deliberately ignored him, turning to her interns instead. "That display screen is damaged. Contact logistics immediately for a replacement."

The interns worked with heads bowed, too intimidated to even glance at Nathaniel. Their admiration for Vivian grew exponentially - she didn't even flinch before the most powerful man in the city.

'She's absolutely fearless!'

Nathaniel clearly disliked being disregarded. He seized Vivian's wrist abruptly. "Don't pretend this is serious."

Vivian frowned. "I don't follow, Mr. Blackwood."

"You and that Osborne boy created this shell company just to steal Blackwood Group's biggest client. This petty revenge scheme has succeeded - why keep pretending?"

Realization dawned. Vivian laughed bitterly. "Nathaniel Blackwood, you actually think Liam and I founded Lockhart Enterprises because of you?"

"What other reason could there be?" Nathaniel's grip tightened. "You stole my lawyers, built a rival firm - this is clearly about vengeance."