Chapter 3

"Zoran Smith, is this the reason you've been so hell-bent on snatching this contract?"

"For her sake, you didn't hesitate to smear my name in front of everyone. The relationship between you two is quite intriguing, isn't it?"

Zoran Smith's eyes flashed with a hint of malice as he swung his hand back and slapped me across the face.

"Scarlett, you're completely out of your mind!"

My face stung with a burning pain, but it was Vivienne who burst into tears first.

"Sister-in-law... how could you accuse me like this... Don't you know how crucial our reputation is as celebrities...?"

She wiped her tears and turned to Zoran Smith.

"Brother Zoran... don't blame sister-in-law... She's not well to begin with. I shouldn't have taken it to heart."

"Besides, sister-in-law is a wealthy heiress... Of course, she wouldn't think much of artists like us..."

"How dare she! Is there no law anymore? The company's rules aren't for her to decide alone!"

Vivienne was sobbing uncontrollably, and Zoran Smith gently stroked her back, his heart aching for her.

"Scarlett, your brother's away on a business trip. Consider this slap as me disciplining you on his behalf."You also hold a management position in the company. Making such casual remarks tarnishes our corporate image!"

"Vivienne is willing to overlook today's incident out of her kindness. You should take this opportunity for some serious self-reflection!"

Zoran Smith shot me a cold glance before escorting a tearful Vivienne out of the office.

As I watched their retreating figures, tears welled up in my eyes.

Suddenly, I let out a piercing scream. The other employees thought I'd lost my mind, cowering far from Zoran Smith's office and peering at me furtively as if I were plague-ridden.

I decided to lean into the madness, smashing his office to smithereens.

When there was nothing left to destroy, I knew Zoran Smith and Vivienne were long gone. His assistant would have given him a full report of my meltdown by now.

I gently dusted off my hands, eyeing the gaping hole in the ruined desk. I took out my phone and ordered a hidden camera.

If his goal was to drive me insane, I'd play the part for him.

How else could I get him to lower his guard and proceed to the next phase of his plan?

At 11 PM, Zoran Smith still hadn't returned home.Without a doubt, it must be to celebrate the newly reached collaboration with Vivienne's agency.

I quietly watch the entertainment news on TV.

Vivienne, dressed in a haute couture gown, beams brilliantly under countless spotlights.

This is the launch ceremony for Vivienne's upcoming new drama series, with Zoran Smith from Frost Corporation as the representative of the investors.

The camera pans to the audience, and I see Zoran Smith sitting in the center of the front row.

He stares intently at Vivienne on stage, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

But I can see it clearly - there's love, admiration, and desire in his gaze.

I silently open my laptop and browse through the records of entertainment projects I managed before our marriage.

Back then, Vivienne was still a lukewarm B-list actress.