Chapter 315

Anyone witnessing this spectacle would have been stunned, but Vivian thrived in it. The battlefield seemed to pulse through her veins as she roared her battle cry with unshakable conviction.

"Magnificent—absolutely magnificent!" Frederick's voice trembled with pride, his eyes glistening. "Arthur, can you see this? Your granddaughter is every bit the warrior you were. A born leader!"

William and Eleanor clasped hands, overcome with emotion. "Our son chose well. She's the daughter-in-law we always dreamed of!"

Meanwhile, Julian Blackwood's stomach twisted with dread. Damn, is Grandfather serious? He just handed Vivian an entire battalion. If he ever learns the truth, I'm finished.

The entourage piled into their cars, heading toward an upscale restaurant in Edinburgh.

Eleanor had already embraced Vivian as family. She hadn't let go of her hand the entire ride, eagerly pointing out landmarks. "See that luxury mall? Ours. That skyscraper? Also ours. Even the broadcasting tower in the distance—we own five local stations."

Vivian was impressed. The Blackwoods' influence rivaled the Lockhart dynasty. But while the Lockharts ruled Newport City—a bustling hub driving national commerce—Edinburgh was a quieter stronghold, its resources controlled by a select few.

Both families were titans, yet historical grudges had made them adversaries. Thankfully, their territories never overlapped… until now. Vivian might just become the spark that ignited war.

Frederick raised his glass at the head of the table. "You've endured too much. I heard how the Blackwoods mistreated you—even cast you out. You may forgive, but I won't tolerate such disrespect." His voice hardened. "I declare war on the Blackwoods. Your honor will be avenged!" He downed the wine in one gulp.

Vivian's blood ran cold. "Your support means everything, but please—this isn't necessary. My choices were my own. Now that I've divorced Nathaniel, That chapter is closed!"

Frederick shook his head. "Your kindness is your weakness. I owe Arthur this. The Blackwoods will pay."

Vivian's pulse raced. Is he serious? What exactly is he planning?

Before she could protest, a waiter entered, stammering, "F-forgive the interruption, but... there's a guest requesting to join you. Shall I permit them?"