Vivienne didn't even pause before snapping back, "Are you out of your mind? Your grudge with Giselle is your business, not mine. Why should I cut ties with her?
"Do you think I'm that desperate to marry into the Holt family? You're just a woman yourself—you'll be married off one day. Don't stick your nose where it doesn't belong."
Anne was momentarily struck speechless.
Vivienne pressed on, her voice firm. "Listen to me, Anne. The child I'm carrying is Sebastian's. The only people with any right to weigh in on this pregnancy are him—and maybe your parents. But you? Who are you?"
"Shut up!" Anne slammed her hand on the table and shot to her feet, her face twisted with rage.
Vivienne didn't flinch. "You used every dirty trick you could to try to marry Donovan. You've got no shame coming here to sneer at me. My relationship with Sebastian has nothing to do with Giselle, and I'll never let you use her name to threaten me. Stop trying to stir up trouble."
Anne's lips curled into a bitter smile. "So the two of you really are bosom friends. Still mouthing off, aren't you? Don't you know when to quit? Fine. We'll see how long that bastard child of yours lasts."
With that icy parting shot, she spun on her heel and stalked out of the conference room.
Moments later, Anne slid behind the wheel of her Porsche and tore out of the dental clinic's parking lot.
The sting of Vivienne's defiance still burned. Humiliation curdled into fury as she sped through the streets, her mind racing with ways to make Vivienne pay.

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