Talia furrowed her brows, staring at the mysterious text message as she fell into deep thought. This message might have been sent by someone from Vincent Fletcher’s side, but it could also have been an imposter with ulterior motives pretending to be from Vincent. She couldn’t act rashly—she had to figure out the origin of the message before making a move; she couldn’t walk into a trap. When she lay back down, Talia was already wide awake. Thinking of her sister, still missing and unaccounted for, left a heavy weight on her heart, making her feel terribly uneasy. Additionally, Vivian Coleman’s extreme fans were a potential threat to her. The image of the man with glasses throwing acid at her, with that ferocious, hate-filled expression etched into Talia’s mind, became her nightmare. Talia had never experienced anything before. She was lucky to have avoided the man with glasses, but what about next time? Vivian Coleman had over five million fans; it was easy to dodge an open attack, but the hidden threats were the real concern. Talia didn’t know when she might face retaliation from other fans. No, she had to take measures and prevent yesterday’s incident from happening again. She thought about many things. Get full chapters from 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹·𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾·𝗇𝖾𝗍 Talia’s eyelids grew heavier, and as drowsiness overcame her, she closed her eyes deeply. That night, she slept restlessly, waking several times. The last time she woke was at eight in the morning, as daylight finally broke. The first thing Talia did upon opening her eyes was call a friend who was an expert in the telecommunications field. "Help me find out where this number originated from." The text’s number wasn’t a typical eleven-digit number but a long string of digits like those from spam messages. Unable to identify the source herself, she sought her friend’s assistance. The friend replied, "No problem, I’ll get back to you later." "No need to be formal with me." Soon her friend called back, "The message originated from within the country, specifically in Oakhaven." Oakhaven? Could it be that Vincent Fletcher still had people in Oakhaven? The friend said, "I’ll send you the detailed address." After hanging up, she received the address via a message from her friend. Talia immediately forwarded the address to another person for further investigation. As the heiress of The Rhodes Family in Oakhaven, she had numerous resources and connections at her disposal. Investigating such matters was child’s play for her. Soon, the person replied, "It’s an apartment. The owner of the apartment is named Vivian Coleman." Talia’s face turned grim. It was Vivian Coleman. Vivian Coleman again! Didn’t this woman have anything better to do every day? Her accounts had been permanently banned, and a lawyer’s letter had been sent to her, yet she still wouldn’t stop. The last time she went to see Ethan Grant, Vivian was there. She heard everything Talia said to Ethan. So it was unsurprising that Vivian knew Jasmine Rhodes was kidnapped. It seemed the account banning had dealt a significant blow to Vivian, so much so that she was desperate enough to use Jasmine as leverage. Such stupidity and wickedness. It seemed she really needed to be taught a lesson to remember. Talia investigated Vivian Coleman’s information and found out about her father’s company—a small garment limited liability company with a registered capital of only five million and not even fully paid. A small company like that could easily be driven to bankruptcy with the mere flick of her finger. Before, Talia dismissed Vivian Coleman as nothing more than a clown or an electronic pet, not worth her time. But times had changed. With her sister kidnapped, Talia was emotionally shattered, physically and mentally exhausted, constantly tense. Vivian Coleman added fuel to the fire with rumors, cyberbullying, and even directing fans to intentionally harm her offline. Now she was using Jasmine’s situation to deceive her—Talia had reached her limit. Toppling The Coleman Company’s business was a trivial matter that didn’t require Talia Rhodes to take personal action. She only needed to inform others of her wishes, and there would be plenty of people willing to orchestrate the downfall of The Coleman Company to gain favor with The Rhodes Family heir. In the afternoon, Talia made a trip to the hospital. Lillian Young’s mood was still somber; she looked unwell, her face pale and haggard, with dark circles under her eyes. Shawn Rhodes had returned to the company to handle work, leaving only a caregiver in the hospital room. "Talia, is there any news about Jasmine?" Lillian’s eyes instantly reddened at the mention of Jasmine Rhodes. Talia silently shook her head. Lillian’s tears flowed immediately. The woman cried softly. Talia, concerned for her sister, felt deeply distressed inside. She offered Lillian a few words of comfort, but it was to no avail. "Auntie, please rest well. Don’t worry too much and harm your own health. I’ll come to see you again tomorrow." Having said that, Talia turned and left. Leaving the hospital, she headed to the police station once again. The situation remained unchanged. Jasmine Rhodes’ kidnapping case involved numerous factors, including international crime, making apprehension challenging. The police were making every effort to pursue the case and promised to notify her of any developments immediately. Talia left the police station dismayed, wandering aimlessly on the streets, lost in thought. The scenes from last night’s nightmare abruptly surfaced in her mind. Jasmine tied to a chair, Vincent Fletcher pouring gasoline over her. Such an act seemed exactly like something that madman Vincent would do. Thinking of Jasmine’s current predicament, Talia instinctively shuddered, her face pale, afraid to dwell any further on it. Just then, a woman on the side of the road suddenly rushed over, pointing at her and hurling insults. "Shameless! How desperate are you to try to steal someone else’s boyfriend? Didn’t your parents teach you any morals?" "You look like a vixen, always trying to seduce men, you low-born!" Talia was instantly enraged, her gaze sharp as a knife as she swept it over, "Another of Vivian Coleman’s brainless fans? Whatever she says, do you just believe it? I’m really curious how someone with a pig brain like you has survived this long." Hearing Talia Rhodes insult her this way only agitated the woman further. She cursed, "Bitch! Spawned but not raised by your mom—damn your mother!" "Slap—" Before the woman could finish, Talia swung her hand and slapped hard. The woman was stunned. She hadn’t expected this weak-looking, fragile woman, seemingly incapable of harming a fly, to actually dare lay hands on her, a robust person weighing over one hundred and sixty pounds. Talia Rhodes’ eyes were bloodshot, filled with raging fury and murderous intent. "Say one more word about my mother, and I’ll end you!" Her gaze was so terrifying that the previously cursing woman cowered instantly. She saw fury and murder distinctly in Talia’s eyes. She had a premonition that if she dared utter another filthy word about Talia’s mother, this woman would indeed kill her... Vivian Coleman’s fan trembled all over with fear, too scared to risk her life. The brainless fan turned to flee but was suddenly blocked by two men dressed in black. Talia Rhodes’ gaze was sharp as a knife, her expression dark, as if the air around her was suffused with an icy chill. A bodyguard kicked the fan’s leg, and the woman dropped to her knees with a thud. "Apologize." Talia Rhodes’ eyes shone with an intense, intimidating light.