Chapter 372

Newport City Airport, four years later.

A striking woman in oversized sunglasses stood out effortlessly in the bustling crowd. Her curve-hugging black dress accentuated every inch of her flawless figure.

With delicate features and legs that seemed to go on forever, she moved with effortless grace, her stilettos clicking rhythmically against the polished floor. Heads turned as she passed.

Sophia Osborne lounged against her crimson Ferrari outside the terminal, lazily scanning the exit. The moment she spotted Vivian Lockhart, she sprang to life, waving wildly. "Viv! Over here!"

Vivian arched a perfectly sculpted brow, sauntering over with deliberate slowness. She slid her sunglasses down just enough to reveal amused hazel eyes. "Soph, dial it down before airport security thinks you're some deranged stalker."

"Like I care!"

Sophia launched herself at Vivian, squeezing tight. "Four damn years, Viv. You're finally back. I missed you so much it hurts!"

Vivian chuckled, patting her friend's back. "Dramatic much? We literally FaceTimed last night."

"Screen time doesn't count!" Sophia pulled back, hands already roaming. "Let me check—oh my god, these curves! How are you even real? No way you pushed out two babies with this body. Spill—did you hire a surrogate or something?"

Vivian froze mid-laugh. "Get in the car before someone recognizes me. I'm not ready for that circus yet."

"Roger that!"

Sophia popped the door open with a flourish.

As she slid into the passenger seat, she shot Vivian a mischievous look. "Remember when you used to race professionally? This baby's fresh off the lot. Wanna show me what she can do?"

A spark ignited in Vivian's eyes as she gripped the wheel. "Buckle up."

Years of motherhood and business deals had dulled the thrill. But the moment her Louboutin pressed the accelerator, adrenaline surged through her veins like old times.

The Ferrari roared to life, tires screeching as they shot forward.

Sophia white-knuckled the door handle, laughing wildly. "Holy shit, I forgot how terrifying you are behind the wheel!"

Vivian's lips curved as they merged onto the freeway, leaving a trail of stunned drivers in their wake.

The wind whipped through their hair as the speedometer climbed.

"Faster!" Sophia whooped.

Vivian obliged. The world blurred into streaks of color.

For the first time in years, she felt truly alive.