Ever since finding out Talia Rhodes’ true identity, Autumn Sterling has been gossiping about Vivian Coleman countless times behind her back with other girlfriends. But she’d never say this in front of Vivian Coleman. Maintaining surface-level friendship among fake friends is still necessary. Autumn Sterling patted Vivian Coleman’s shoulder comfortingly and said, "Vivian, you shouldn’t talk about yourself like that. In my opinion, Talia Rhodes is the real joke. When you first returned to the country, Ethan Grant doted on you so much, we all saw it. Talia was cheated on countless times; she’s the joke!" Vivian laughed, her mood seemingly improved, "You’re right, Talia is the joke." Autumn sipped her tequila, laughing, "Vivian, I heard Talia has a new boyfriend now, isn’t that good news for you and Ethan?" The bar’s dim lighting hid Vivian’s gloomy expression in its shadows as she forced a smile, her eyes glinting coldly. This Autumn Sterling is definitely doing it on purpose. Ethan Grant’s suicide attempt over Talia had spread through their circle, and Autumn Sterling surely knew of it. By asking this, Autumn is clearly mocking her. She knew Autumn Sterling wasn’t someone easily dealt with! Vivian was so angry her face was contorted, taking a moment to adjust her expression, she said in a low voice, "Not really, Ethan’s company just started operating again, he’s busy with work every day, no time for dating." "Really?" Autumn laughed crisply, "Oh, right. I heard Ethan was hospitalized recently, must be from exhaustion. I’ve been too busy to visit Oakhaven and check on him; Aaron said Ethan’s condition seemed serious, hospitalized for several days, what’s going on?" Vivian’s face darkened. Feigning calm, she brushed her hair lightly, "It’s nothing major, just overworked from frequent late nights, his immune system weakened, he caught a cold when Oakhaven’s temperature dropped." Autumn covered her mouth in exaggerated surprise, "Oh? Hospitalized so long from a cold, his immunity does need boosting." Vivian steadied her mood, casually asking, "By the way Autumn, how are things with your boyfriend?" Autumn’s demeanor instantly dropped as she squeezed out the words, "We broke up." Autumn had an extraordinary boyfriend named Isaac Hale. He was three years younger, worked as a male model in nightclubs before meeting Autumn. The first time Autumn saw him, his tall stature and appealing youthful face instantly captivated her. Isaac’s repeated calling of "sister" made Autumn’s heart flutter, after a few times she fell in love. Later, Vivian heard from some girlfriends that Isaac was actually under 175cm, wearing seven-centimeter thick-soled height-increasing shoes when modeling, with several layers of height inserts inside. Autumn’s family ran a company, she herself owned a mid-to-high end women’s clothing store, considered a "rich woman" by regular folks. After getting together with Autumn, Isaac quit modeling, moved into her villa to cohabit, idling daily, alternating between eating and sleeping, occasionally flirting and arranging hookups with online influencers when Autumn wasn’t looking, all while spending her money and chasing girls. Vivian mimicked Autumn’s gesture by covering her mouth and laughing, "Ah hahah, sis, you finally broke up, Isaac had turned you into the Hulk with his betrayals, I truly feel for you. I heard he once hinted for you to buy him a Ducati?" Autumn said nothing, her face tense. Vivian continued, "I heard those are expensive, each costing hundreds of thousands. I can’t understand, isn’t it just a ghost vehicle, selling so expensively, right? I also heard he was flirting with that famous short video influencer, claiming to be single, got exposed. Lucky you broke up, it was the right move, sis!" "Come on, cheers!" Vivian raised her glass to clink with Autumn’s, a sneer flickering in her eyes. Huh, trying to fight me, you’re too naive. Vivian sipped her drink, pondering internally, Autumn mocking her shows the circle’s gossiping about her behind her back. She must win Ethan over and fiercely slap those people’s faces! On Monday, Talia went to the law firm to work. She had prepared the arbitration application and evidence materials for Matthew Willow’s case, today she had to submit materials to the social security bureau. Once the materials were approved, there would be a hearing at the district labor dispute arbitration tribunal. Driving Adrian Jennings’ Bentley Continental was too conspicuous for work, Talia usually drove a modest BMW for court appearances or meeting clients. There was no place to park near the social security bureau, so Talia parked at a nearby open-air lot. From there, she needed to cross a street. Talia stood at the roadside waiting for the light. Suddenly, a strong force from behind shoved her forward. Talia was unprepared, losing control and lunging forward. Ahead was a busy main road, the pedestrian light was red. Cars on the road couldn’t brake in time, the driver wide-eyed in shock, about to crash into Talia! In that instant, Talia seemed to see Death beckoning to her. At the last moment, strong hands pulled Talia back. It all took just a second! Talia panted heavily, heart pounding frantically. Only after some time did she regain her senses. Just now, she almost lost her life! "Madam, are you okay?" The bodyguard’s face was pale with fear. They almost had to face the master with their heads on a platter! Luckily, the car was farther away, giving him a chance to save her. "Madam, this guy pushed you just now!" Another bodyguard held a skinny man, arms twisted back in control. Talia’s heart still thumping wildly, her body trembling slightly, she was in a daze. "Who are you? Why did you push me?" Talia’s voice quivered uncontrollably. The man’s eyes darted, stammering, "I... I accidentally bumped into you, so-sorry... I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to..." "You’re lying." The bodyguard said coldly. The man hastily defended, "No, no, I really didn’t mean it..." The bodyguard twisted harder, dislocating the man’s arm. "Ah!!" The man shrieked in pain. Read complete version only at N0velFire.ɴet The green light turned on, onlookers crossed the street leaving only the four of them behind. The bodyguard said, "Madam, I saw with my own eyes him extending his hand to push you, it was intentional." Talia furrowed her brows, anger rising in her eyes, "Why did you push me?" The man was in too much pain to speak, his face contorted grotesquely. "Alright, since you’re unwilling to speak, I’ll call the police then."