If you want to live in peace, a little green on your head is necessary.

Marc D'Auremont proved this timeless truth with his actions.

After the patriarch and Albus explained the truth to him, Marc’s face turned pale as he sat in silence for a while. However, contrary to what Albus had expected, he didn’t lash out at Rivers Vivienne or try to confront her.

Instead, he simply said, "Don’t tell anyone about this. I’ll handle it."

The patriarch nodded, "As long as you understand. Before you do anything, think about the D'Auremont family’s honor."

Before Marc married Rivers Vivienne, the patriarch had already sensed that the two of them weren’t well-suited for each other, and their relationship wouldn’t last long. But Marc insisted on marrying her, so the patriarch had set a rule: once married, don’t think about divorce and becoming a laughingstock.

However, the situation had changed. If they didn’t divorce, keeping this woman in the family would only bring more shame.

The patriarch understood that Rivers Vivienne had bigger ambitions, and she was definitely not someone to be kept in the family.

Albus was secretly surprised, not understanding what Marc was thinking. He had already been made a fool of, so why was he still so attached to Rivers Vivienne?

Albus didn’t know if Marc was truly in love with Rivers Vivienne, but it was clear that he and Rivers Vivienne had moved out of the family home the same day.

What Marc was planning, no one knew. However, Rivers Vivienne felt a little relieved, thinking that her plan was progressing as expected, and everything was falling into place.

Moving out was ideal for her. The D'Auremont family had too many eyes and ears around, which made it difficult for her to carry out her plan. Living outside was much easier.

Soon, the D'Auremont family was holding another grand banquet, this time for the patriarch’s 70th birthday.

Unlike the smaller gatherings of the younger generation, this banquet was a major event with people from all circles attending, making it even more extravagant and lively.

Arden Forster was used to these types of social gatherings and didn’t need her mother or cousin to accompany her. As soon as she arrived, familiar faces greeted her.

"Master, hurry, everyone’s waiting!" Albus led Arden to a lounge on the second floor, where her disciples were already waiting. As soon as Arden entered, they all stood and greeted her.

"Hello, Master!"

"Master, sit here. We’ll make tea for you."

"Are you tired, Master? Here, let me give you a shoulder massage."

Arden couldn’t help but smile faintly. "Alright, go on with what you were doing. You don’t have to focus on me."

"How can we do that? Showing respect to our teacher is an important tradition!" one of them said, their words more flattering than the last. Every time they saw her, their praises never stopped.

Just as the room was buzzing, the door opened, and in walked Marc and Rivers Vivienne.

The room immediately fell silent. Arden, ever perceptive, noticed that three of her disciples, who had been laughing moments ago, suddenly changed their expressions when they saw Rivers Vivienne.

Albus, too, felt awkward, but he ignored Rivers Vivienne completely.

Rivers Vivienne wore a white strapless dress that exposed her delicate shoulders and collarbones. Her hair was styled in an elegant updo, with a few strands falling to her neck, adding to her allure. Her natural beauty stood out—she wore no makeup, yet her skin was flawless, and her features were exquisite.

She walked in, linking her arm with Marc, both of them drawing many admiring glances. They looked like the perfect couple, their chemistry undeniable.

"Marc, it’s been a while since you’ve joined us. I heard you moved out?" one person said.

"Yeah, you’re brave, Marc. Even the patriarch let you do it." Another added.

"Why didn’t you tell us? At least come celebrate with your family," someone else remarked.

The group was bustling with conversation, and Marc replied calmly, maintaining his usual composed demeanor.

Arden, seizing the opportunity, checked Rivers Vivienne’s fortune. Compared to when they first met, Rivers Vivienne’s luck had changed drastically.

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Last time, there was only a hint of purple in her aura, but now it was a deep purple.

It seemed that Arden’s method of reading someone’s fortune was accurate in determining if they were the protagonist of a story.

Rivers Vivienne noticed Arden’s gaze and glanced over at her. She was surprised to see Arden looking at her.

This was the first time Rivers Vivienne had seen Arden since her rebirth. In her past life, Rivers Vivienne had known Arden well, as Arden had caused her trouble over Marc many times.

She couldn’t understand why Arden, a valuable gem in the Forster family, would settle for someone like Marc, who was notoriously fickle.

In her past life, although Rivers Vivienne disliked Arden for causing her trouble, she had also felt some pity for her—a woman who couldn’t get the love she wanted.

But now, seeing Arden again, Rivers Vivienne felt an overwhelming sense of hostility, as if Arden was a sworn enemy.

Rivers Vivienne was no saint. She didn’t hesitate to confront those she disliked, and if Arden had caused her so much trouble in her past life, she would retaliate.

But for now, it wasn’t the right time. She would wait until she had firmly established herself in the entertainment industry.

As she scanned the room, a smug smile appeared on her face.

This was perfect. All of them were targets for her mission.

[Beep! Host, mission target detected!]

Rivers Vivienne asked the system in her mind, "What target has you so excited?" The system was always calm, and it had never spoken to her with such enthusiasm before.

[There’s a lot of fortune to gain. If you sleep with him, the fortune from this room full of men would be more than enough!]

At this point, the noise from downstairs caught everyone’s attention.

"Is something going on outside? Why is it so lively?"

Albus, who had been restless, was the first to run out to check.

The main hall of the banquet was filled with excitement, and a new person walked in. His presence was striking, his deep, intense gaze and cold, powerful demeanor captivating everyone around him. It was as if he was a masterpiece, so captivating that it left people in awe.

As he moved, there was a powerful aura around him that made those around him step back.

Albus excitedly said, "It’s Uncle, Uncle is back."

Rivers Vivienne, who had just stepped outside, glanced at the man. Her heart raced, and she felt her breath catch in her throat.

This man... Could it be Cassian Boreas D'Auremont, Marc’s uncle?

Inside the room, the only one who remained still was Arden Forster. She wasn’t interested in Cassian Boreas D'Auremont, as long as he didn’t fall for Rivers Vivienne’s charms, she was fine.

Cassian Boreas D'Auremont, who had served in the military, rarely returned home. He had only come back for the patriarch’s 70th birthday.

As soon as he arrived, he caught the attention of the women, including Laxus D'Auremont and other noble ladies. Even though he stood there silently, his presence was enough to captivate everyone’s attention. The normally proud Laxus D'Auremont and others became obedient like sheep in front of him.

Halfway through the banquet, Arden, unable to bear the noise, decided to find a quiet place on the rooftop.

On the third floor, there was a rarely visited terrace, filled with large flower pots, likely used for decoration during the banquet. Now, they provided a perfect hiding spot.

As Arden stepped onto the terrace, she immediately noticed a faint breathing sound. The person was breathing so lightly that an ordinary person wouldn’t have noticed.

However, Arden’s enhanced senses from her training allowed her to detect him immediately. She realized it was Cassian Boreas D'Auremont.

Cassian Boreas D'Auremont had come to the terrace to escape the noise. He hadn’t been there long before he heard someone approaching.

When he saw it was a girl, he didn’t want to engage, so he decided to hide. He wasn’t familiar with many of the noble ladies and didn’t want to interact with them.

The girl wore a light yellow dress, her figure delicate and graceful. The way she carried herself made her seem almost ethereal, like someone who could disappear into the wind at any moment.

Cassian Boreas D'Auremont couldn’t help but think that she was enchanting, but not in the typical way.

He planned to leave, but before he could, the girl turned around and walked straight toward him.

Before he could react, they bumped into each other, and their gazes met. The air became tense and quiet.

Neither of them spoke. Arden paused for a second, then continued walking, sitting on the other side of a bench.

Cassian Boreas D'Auremont had been hiding behind a large flower pot, leaning against a wall with a long bench nearby. They both had enough room to sit.

Just as Arden sat down, she heard footsteps approaching again, followed by a familiar voice.

"There’s no one here, what’s going on?"

It was Marc and Justus von Adlerburg.

Cassian Boreas D'Auremont recognized them both. He didn’t know what they wanted to discuss, but it seemed they were trying to keep their conversation private.

Justus von Adlerburg hesitated, and Marc chuckled, "So, what’s going on? You’re being so vague."

Justus von Adlerburg became even more anxious, and after a moment of indecision, he finally spoke up.

"Marc, we’ve been friends for a long time, and I don’t want to hide this from you. You should keep an eye on Rivers Vivienne. Every time I run into her, she always..."

He was vague, but Marc immediately understood what he meant.

"You slept with her?" Marc’s face darkened, unable to believe that this woman had even gone after his friend.

"No, no! I would never touch my friend’s woman!" Justus von Adlerburg quickly corrected himself, seeing Marc’s furious expression. "I must have misunderstood. Anyway, you should be cautious."

Marc’s expression slowly returned to normal. He rubbed his temple and said, "I understand. Be careful, and just leave her alone."

Justus von Adlerburg seemed puzzled. "You know?"

Marc didn’t explain, only saying, "I have a plan. You just act like you don’t know anything."

Justus von Adlerburg thought Marc hadn’t been bothered by Rivers Vivienne’s actions, but it turned out Marc was already aware. He wasn’t as oblivious as Justus had thought.

Justus von Adlerburg patted Marc on the shoulder and left without saying anything else.

Once he was gone, Marc stood alone on the terrace, lost in thought.

Cassian Boreas D'Auremont heard the conversation, but his expression remained unchanged. Arden, too, remained unmoved, as if neither of their secrets were of any concern to her.

Soon, more footsteps approached.

"Marc, you’re here. I need to talk to you about something."

It was another friend of Marc’s, Vale Benedict

"What’s going on?"

Vale, like Justus von Adlerburg, wanted to warn Marc,

"I don’t want to hide this from you, but you should keep an eye on Rivers Vivienne. I’ve met her a few times, and she always..."

Marc hadn’t said anything yet, but Cassian Boreas D'Auremont, who had been eavesdropping, couldn’t help but think that Marc’s nephew had gotten himself caught up in a messy situation.

Was he really stuck in such a situation? Was he really cheated?