Chapter 170 Celeste—Cold and Ruthless

The club's heavy doors slammed open with a loud crash, startling everyone inside. Celeste stormed in, her clothes still stained with blood, her expression dark and dangerous. She moved with purpose, and the intensity in her eyes made people shrink back instinctively, unsure if they should speak or flee. "Ma'am! What's going on?" a staff member stammered, his face pale. Celeste didn't even glance his way. "Get Vivian. Now." The man hesitated, wringing his hands nervously. "But, uh, Miss Vivian... she's no longer under our—" "Then drag her out here!" Celeste's voice was cold, commanding. The sheer force of it left no room for argument. She was like a storm on the verge of breaking, ready to tear through anyone who dared stand in her way. The club manager swallowed hard, fear flashing in his eyes. He quickly gestured to someone to find Vivian, not daring to provoke Celeste any further. Before the staff could even move, Vivian appeared at the top of the stairs, wiping sweat from he