Chapter 374

"Steal my children?"

Vivian's frosty gaze burned with fury as her lips curled into a mocking smile. "Let's see if he dares."

"I believe in you, Viv. Lockhart Enterprises has flourished under your leadership. But this time... your opponent is Nathaniel Blackwood himself. People fear him for a reason—his tactics are ruthless. Going head-to-head with him won't be easy."

Sophia shook her head, worry creasing her brow.

Nathaniel wasn't just any adversary, and the Blackwoods were a force to be reckoned with.

Though Vivian was formidable, she stood alone. Even with the Osbornes' support, the odds were stacked against her.

"Why not stay here permanently? Adrian is adorable—I'd be heartbroken if Nathaniel took him away!"

"Never."

Vivian radiated unshakable confidence. "Did you think I spent all those years on Bali just lounging around?" A knowing smirk played on her lips. "If Nathaniel tries to take my children from me, he'll have to go through me first."

Her expression darkened as she slammed her foot on the accelerator. The sleek Ferrari surged forward, its engine roaring on the open highway.

But mid-speed, the car abruptly decelerated, rolling to a stop on the shoulder.

"What the hell? This car is brand new!" Sophia groaned, staring at the dashboard in dismay.

Clueless about mechanics, she could only glare at the unresponsive vehicle.

"Engine trouble. Stay put—I'll check it out."

Vivian remained calm. After reassuring Sophia, she stepped out without hesitation.

She popped the hood, propped it open, and leaned in to inspect the engine. Her raven-black hair cascaded freely, her toned figure accentuated by the sunlight. The sight of a stunning woman tinkering with a luxury car drew stares from passing drivers.

Distracted, several cars nearly rear-ended each other.

"Need help, gorgeous?"

A potbellied man in a slick suit emerged from a BMW, leering as he approached.

Vivian ignored him, focused on diagnosing the overheating issue.

"Don't waste your time. Let me give you a ride instead."

He reached out, his grubby fingers brushing her arm.

Vivian finally looked up, her voice icy. "Remove your hand."

"Come on, sweetheart. It's scorching out here—you'll burn that pretty skin."

In one swift motion, Vivian yanked his arm and slammed the hood onto his wrist.

"Ahhh! My hand!" he howled, his palm trapped against the searing engine.

Vivian planted her stiletto on the hood, leaning in with a chilling smile. "Still offering that ride?"

"No! Let me go—please!"

Sweating and whimpering, the man crumpled in agony.