"What is this?" Viviane slammed down her phone as she read the news about her that was circulating worse than what the journalists who had been undermining her were asking.
The few servants still lingering in the living room and standing there in case she needed them were stunned; they looked quickly at Viviane with nervous and fearful faces; the living room, which had been silent for a while, was now busy again after Viviane's anger returned.
Viviane vented her frustration by swinging her hand and sweeping at the displays placed on the table. All the objects there were thrown down and hit the floor in a broken state; the sound of the shards was heard loudly, filling all corners with the room and making those who were there horrified.
Viviane clenched her fists tightly. The veins on her
