Chapter 591

Chapter 591:

“Damnian, you’re absolutely right,” he said hastily. “But don’t worry—I’ll handle this. I’ll make sure everything is resolved.”

A heavy silence lingered on the other end of the line before Damian finally spoke again, his tone shifting. “I hear the international film star Zoe Travis is returning to the country for her wedding. Vivi’s mentor, Amy, happens to be a close friend of hers. You’d be wise to seize this opportunity.”

Moses’s mind clicked into gear, his anxiety momentarily replaced by a spark of hope. Zoe’s wedding was a golden opportunity. If Amy could be persuaded to recommend Vivi as the designer for Zoe’s wedding jewelry, it could be the lifeline they needed.

A high-profile endorsement from Zoe would be enough to erase the scandal. Even if Zoe didn’t speak on Vivi’s behalf, simply having her jewelry featured at the wedding would give them the leverage to rebuild Vivi’s shattered reputation.

Moses’s voice grew animated as the realization set in. “Damian, rest assured—I’ll make sure Vivi gets this project!”

As soon as he ended the call, he turned to Vivi, his expression a volatile mix of frustration and expectation.

“You heard everything, didn’t you?” His voice cut through the air like a blade, heavy with expectation. “No excuses. Do whatever it takes to secure this project!”

A tight knot formed in Vivi’s stomach. Amy, her mentor—the one who had always favored Sadie. What were the odds Amy would entrust something so significant to her instead?

For a fleeting second, doubt flickered in her eyes. But defiance wasn’t an option. She pressed her lips together, forcing down the wave of unease rising in her chest. “…I understand, Dad.”

Moses studied her for a beat, then exhaled, his rigid stance easing ever so slightly.

“And one more thing—” Moses’s voice was firm, leaving no room for argument. “Even if you refuse to marry Anson, you must keep the Olson family on our side. Once the partnership agreement is in place, we’ll handle everything else.”

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Vivi tightened her fists at her sides. She bit her lip harder but, in the end, she could only nod.

Without another word, she turned and retreated to her room, her body heavy with exhaustion. Amy? How was she supposed to face her now? But… this project was her only way forward.

Taking a steadying breath, she finally pressed the dial button. The call rang for what felt like an eternity before a weary voice finally answered.

“Hello, Amy.” Vivi swallowed, her voice barely steady. “It’s me, Vivi.”

A brief pause. Then, Amy sighed. “Vivi? It’s late. What do you want?” Her tone was distant. Cold. Vivi’s teeth clenched. But this wasn’t the time for pride. She forced herself to stay composed.

“Amy…” She hesitated, then drew a deep breath. “I’m sorry. I know I was wrong.”

Silence. A long, weighted silence. Then, at last, Amy spoke, her voice carrying an unmistakable trace of relief.

“Vivi, it’s good that you realize your mistake. The path of design leaves no room for dishonesty. Once you lose your integrity, it’s hard to find your way back.”

Vivi’s fingers curled into the bedsheet, resentment simmering beneath her calm exterior. Amy was still siding with Sadie. But she had no choice but to play along. Her tone remained measured, respectful.

“Amy, I hear you. I won’t repeat my mistakes—I give you my word.” Before the conversation could linger on uncomfortable truths, Vivi smoothly changed the subject.

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