"Marc, you are like a brother to me so I don't want to hide this from you. You should keep an eye on Rivers Vivienne," Right after Vale left, another person to bring up Rivers Vivienne's actions to Marc.

Arden Forster remembered that these three men had changed their expressions when they saw Marc and Rivers Vivienne enter the room at the banquet. Thanks to the spiritual seal Arden had placed on them, they remained calm and clear-headed, unaffected by Rivers Vivienne’s charms.

Thus, they decided to reveal the truth to Marc to prevent Rivers Vivienne from sowing discord and destroying their brotherly bond.

Although Marc had already braced himself for what had happened, he still looked pale and shaken after hearing the full story.

Even Arden, usually unemotional, couldn't help but sympathize with him.

Cassian Boreas D'Auremont, who had been quietly listening, was shocked, now fully aware of what had transpired. His heart went out to his nephew, knowing the humiliation he must be feeling.

But Cassian still didn’t know that Marc’s obsession with holding onto Rivers Vivienne, or if his wife had forced him into it, had led to this situation.

Just right after Vale Benedict left, Albus D'Auremont rushed in. "Brother, I’ve been looking for you everywhere!"

Marc took a deep breath, trying to remain composed. "What is it?"

"Rivers Vivienne did it again! I saw her in the bathroom on the second floor, she was kissing Elias von Adlerburg against the wall!"

Marc, Cassian, and Arden were all taken aback.

Marc took several deep breaths, struggling to suppress his anger, and calmly asked, "Did anyone else see this?"

"Just me. There were people coming and going outside. I knocked on the door to warn them, and when I went upstairs, they had already separated."

Marc eyed Albus suspiciously. "You just warned them?"

Given Albus's dislike of Rivers Vivienne, Marc doubted he wouldn't want to make this public.

Albus huffed, "Of course. I know when to be tactful."

Even though Rivers Vivienne was still Marc’s wife, if she caused a scene, it would only bring shame to the D'Auremont family.

"It’s fine, don’t bring this up. I have a plan." Marc nodded

Albus, not believing his brother’s calm response, frowned.

"What are you planning to do, Marc? You’ve already let her get away with so much. Why don’t you just divorce her already? We’ve all seen how much you’re being taken for granted. I told you, my mentor said your head is practically a field of green, the sooner you divorce her, the better!"

"Your mentor? Arden Forster?" Marc raised an eyebrow.

Marc had heard about Albus’s relationship with Arden, but he had never asked, especially after the annulment of his engagement with Arden. He didn’t think it was his place to interfere.

"Yes, Arden Forster. When you first got married, she said you’d end up with a head full of green. We didn’t believe it at the time, but now it seems like she was right," Albus said confidently.

Marc was surprised but didn’t comment on the matter. He didn’t believe in superstitions. Perhaps it was just a coincidence, but Arden might have seen Rivers Vivienne’s true nature as someone with ulterior motives.

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As Marc pondered, Albus continued pacing. Suddenly, Albus spotted Arden and Cassian sitting together, their postures and expressions identical, both appearing calm and sympathetic.

"Master, Uncle, what are you doing here?" Albus asked, surprised.

Marc approached and saw Arden and Cassian. His expression froze, and he asked, "Why are you both here together?"

Cassian didn’t respond directly, looking at Marc and replying calmly, "We were here first."

This subtle remark indicated they hadn’t intentionally been eavesdropping, but they had overheard the entire conversation.

Marc, feeling embarrassed, sighed, realizing he couldn’t hide anything anymore.

"I’ll keep this secret," Cassian added with a hint of sarcasm. "But with all those green hats, your reputation is already beyond saving."

Marc: "..." Thanks a lot.

With everything now out in the open, Marc reluctantly admitted to his faults. "Arden Forster, I know I was wrong." He felt embarrassed for rejecting Arden in the past and acknowledged that he had made a mistake.

"I’ve made a fool of myself. You can laugh at me, but for now, could you please keep this between us? I don’t want anyone else to know," Marc said earnestly.

Arden, uninterested in his personal struggles, nodded and replied briefly, "Alright."

Marc sighed in relief, grateful she didn’t hold his past actions against him. He wasn’t eager to stay in this awkward situation and quickly excused himself, wanting to leave as soon as possible.

Albus, seeing Marc leave, remarked sympathetically, "Poor Marc."

"Someone who’s pitiful must have their faults," Cassian responded, thinking back to how Marc had crossed the boundaries before River's pregnancy.

Albus, defending Marc, said, "Marc has never wronged her. It’s Rivers Vivienne who’s the problem. She’s the one who went too far, using her charms to manipulate him."

Cassian overheard everything and looked even more concerned. "So, my nephew really has been manipulated?"

As Arden pondered the situation, she casually gathered the leaves she had placed earlier. Her focus intensified, and the trap she had set was successfully triggered.

The breeze gently moved the leaves, but they didn’t stay in place. Arden had intentionally created the scene to allow Cassian to see Rivers Vivienne for what she really was.

Marc had rarely returned home, and it wasn’t easy for him to get close to Cassian. Arden had used this chance to subtly warn him.

By the end of the evening, Rivers Vivienne had achieved her goal of gaining favor with two of her targets. She felt pleased, but didn’t show it.

Marc, sitting beside her, seemed tired. He had a perfect appearance, and Rivers Vivienne couldn’t help but admire him, even though her intentions were far from innocent.

River gently took Marc’s hand and said kindly, "Did you drink too much today? When we get home, I'll make you some tea to help with the hangover."

"Mmmm." Marc D'Auremont didn’t open his eyes, he simply replied with a soft sound, pulled his hand away, rubbed his temples, and gently massaged them.

He lowered his eyes, a cold light flashing, looking with disdain at the spot where she had touched him.

He suppressed the feeling of disgust, comforting himself, thinking that it wouldn’t be long before he would be free from this.

River didn’t notice his aversion, she thought he was just too tired. In her mind, she wondered if she should take advantage of him sleeping and go out to hunt someone tonight.

The two of them were not on the same page, each with their own intentions, and neither knew what the other was planning.

That night, Rivers Vivienne didn’t go out hunting, instead focusing on an important casting she had been offered thanks to the rewards from her actions with Albus.

The system had promised her the role in the hit drama The Palace. She didn’t question its abilities; after all, it had delivered on its promises before.

The audition went smoothly, and soon, she was cast in the role, a sign that her plan was working perfectly.

She had heard about this script in her previous life; it was super popular, and even the supporting roles became famous overnight. The script was so impactful that even a minor maid character had a huge rise to fame. It could be said it created stars.

The system told her this was her reward, and the role was 100% hers. The casting was just a formality.

River didn’t know how the system worked, but she had tried a few beauty products and didn’t doubt its abilities.

Sure enough, after she auditioned, the director immediately applauded and made the decision. No one else could take the role except her, and he didn’t even care about the other actresses waiting in line.

[This is a small matter, just a mental suggestion.

If you gather enough "green hats," this system will surely provide you with even better resources! Future magazine covers, best actress awards... No problem at all!]

"Mm-hmm," River nodded excitedly. She was mesmerized by the perfect scene the system painted for her, not worried about anything else.

Meanwhile, Marc stood before the window, lost in thought, as his lawyer, Mr. T, entered the room with a set of documents.

"Mr. D'Auremont, everything is ready. Please review," Mr. T said.

"I trust you. Let's start the process." Marc didn’t turn around, his voice low with a hint of coldness.