Chapter 378

Sophia Osborne burst into the room like a hurricane.

Vivian Lockhart barely cracked her eyes open, still half-asleep against the headboard.

"You're trending!" Sophia shoved her phone in Vivian's face, practically vibrating with excitement.

The screen showed yesterday's footage—Vivian in that skin-tight jumpsuit on Newport City's Marine Highway, delivering that brutal roundhouse kick to some creep's face. The angle captured everything: her razor-sharp cheekbones, mile-long legs, and that lethal grace that made the internet lose its collective mind.

Comments flooded in by the thousands.

"Holy hell, she's like some Bond girl crossed with a UFC fighter!"

"That kick could've shattered concrete. Someone check if that guy still has teeth!"

"New life goal: marry this woman immediately."

Sophia cackled as she scrolled through the memes—someone had even edited the clip with superhero sound effects. "They're calling you the 'Queen of Knockouts'! There's already fan accounts demanding a meetup at Harborview Pier."

Vivian groaned. Her face was crystal clear in every frame. So much for flying under the radar.

"Guess the low-profile plan's dead," Sophia said, flopping onto the bed. Then her eyes lit up. "Wonder how a certain someone will react when he sees this?"

Vivian's lips curled. "Nathaniel Blackwood's opinions stopped mattering four years ago." She snatched the phone, scanning the viral metrics. "If I can't hide... might as well own it."

Sophia's eyebrows shot up. "How?"

A slow smile spread across Vivian's face. "Lockhart Enterprises' new product launch is in 48 hours. Time the world remembered who really runs this company."

The plan had been to reveal herself gradually—but free publicity this explosive? She'd be stupid not to capitalize on it.

Sophia's phone suddenly erupted with calls. She didn't need to check the ID. "Uh-oh. That's Liam."

She barely got a syllable out before her brother's roar nearly blew out the speaker:

"SOPHIA! YOU KNEW VIVIAN WAS BACK AND DIDN'T TELL ME?!"