Chapter 314
Bianca Savigny's knuckles turned white from clenching her fists, while Evelyn Roland swirled her wine glass with effortless poise.
The live chat flooded in like a tidal wave. A glint of amusement flashed in her eyes.
"One point two million viewers already?"
Only eight minutes into the broadcast, and the numbers had skyrocketed.
[Front row check-in! Is this the stunning CEO of Château Blanc?]
[Queen behavior! That aura is lethal!]
[How dare she go live after the poisoning scandal? Talk about nerves of steel.]
[Shut up! Nothing's been proven yet.]
[Poisoned wine and she's still flaunting it?]
[Authorities should shut that place down.]
[Rich people logic—celebrating tainted wine.]
Evelyn took a measured sip, crimson lips curling into a dangerous smile.
"A century-old legacy like Château Blanc won't be toppled by a few rabid dogs." The amber liquid caught the light as she tilted her glass. "The real culprit must be watching this right now."
The chat exploded.
[Holy shit! Plot twist incoming?]
[Yaaas queen! Slay!]
[Where's the proof though?]
Bianca raised her glass on cue. The crystal clink resonated through the mics.
"Our lawyers have drafted the paperwork." Her smile turned razor-sharp. "Certain individuals should expect court summons soon."
[So it was sabotage all along?]
[I knew Château Blanc would never risk their reputation!]
[Bet those who canceled orders are kicking themselves now.]
[Popcorn ready for the reckoning.]
Off-screen, several longtime clients paled.
Their trembling fingers reopened that anonymous text—the one that had made them sever ties with Château Blanc in panic. Cold sweat drenched their shirts.
"We're finished..."
One collapsed onto his leather sofa, expensive wine pooling on the floor like blood.
No amount of groveling would get them past Château Blanc's gates now.