Chapter 408

Hannah hurled her empty wine glass to the floor,shards scattering as she shot Vincent a glacial glance before striding toward the door.

Snapping out of his daze, Vincent instinctively grabbed her wrist. What struck him wasn't anger-it was a strange, fleeting sense of familiarity, as if the true Hannah had resurfaced for an instant. But he knew better. It was all an act.

Forced to a halt, Hannah turned back, her eyes cold and disdainful. Her voice cut through the air, dipping with contempt. "What? Haven't you had enough?"

She wrenched against his grip, pain flaring up her wrist.

But Vincent held firm, tightening his grasp, his gaze boring into her as if to unearth a hidden truth. "You put on a convincing show. You look like her, but you're not her." Her patience snapped as she jerked her hand even harder. "What nonsense are you spouting? I don't have time for this.Let me go!"

"You want to leave? Fine." Vincent's lips curled into a cruel smile. His gaze shifted toward the marble table,crowded with bottles and glasses. He gestured at the alcohol. "Finish all of it. Every drop. Consider it your punishment. Next time, it won't stop at drinks."

The sight of her struck a nerve-he loathed this woman pretending to be Hannah.

Hannah let out a cold laugh, eyes burning with scorn.Forcing her to drink all this? In his dreams!

"Vincent, that's too much!" Bobby finally stepped forward, unable to stand by any longer.

Bobby gently tried to pry Vincent's hand away,offering Hannah a reassuring smile. "Vincent, how could you demand this of Ms. Scott? One glass is more than enough. Don't you all agree?" He looked to the others for support. The crowd, though entertained by the spectacle,nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, just one glass is enough."

"One drink to settle it-then we drop this."

But Vincent ignored them. His gaze stayed locked on her defiant face, as if he could break her pride and prove her a fraud. His voice was cold. "I said all of it.Not a single drop left."

The room fell silent again.

Bobby exhaled heavily, resigned.

Hannah's eyes flicked from Vincent to the mountain of drinks. Slowly, a frigid smile spread across her lips."Fine. Have it your way!"

Her tone was soft but cut through the silence.

Amidst their shocked stares, Hannah yanked her wrist free-not to grab a drink, but to seize the edge of the table. With a surge of strength, she flipped it.

The crash was deafening. Crystal shattered, liquor splashed across the carpet, soaking shoes and pants, The liquor sprayed in all directions, seeping into the plush carpet and drenching the shoes and trouser legs of those standing too close.

With that, chaos broke out instantly. Everyone recoiled, screaming and jumping back.

Through it all, Hannah stood calm and unshaken.

Vincent, closest to the wreckage, blinked through the liquor dripping down his face, staring at her as that strange familiarity tugged at him again.

Hannah met his gaze, her voice sharp and cutting."Exactly what you asked; not a single drop left!" Her lips curved into a cold smile. "Goodbye."

Her eyes lingered on his furious expression before she added, "No... It's goodbye for good."

Without another glance, she walked out, each step deliberate.

The door slammed shut. The room exploded in stunned voices. "She... She flipped the table!"

"Unbelievable. She's insane!"

Vincent's expression darkened, unsettled. Who was this woman? How could she mimic Hannah so flawlessly? For a moment, he had almost believed she was Hannah herself.

Bobby clapped a hand on Vincent's shoulder,baffled. "What's wrong with you? Why are you treating Hannah like that?"

"She's not Hannah." Vincent tugged irritably at his tie.

Bobby stared, incredulous. "What are you talking about? If she isn't Hannah, then who is she?"

Vincent's brow furrowed."I wish I knew."

Meanwhile,Hannah strode quickly down the quiet corridor toward the elevators. Rounding a corner, she spotted two familiar figures standing ahead. She hesitated mid-step, surprised to see them together.