But because of Osborn''s ident, online opinion split into three camps. Some rallied behind Violet, others questioned her and Vivian''s identities, choosing to support only Vivian and insisting that the person who reced Osborn in the race must be the real Vivian.


    Some sharp-eyed fans noticed the substitute was also a mechanic for Osborn''s team, matching Vivian''s background as a Chinese female mechanical engineer.


    Then there were Osborn''s die-hard supporters, who raged in thement sections of both Violet and Vivian''s fan pages, ming them for ruining Osborn''s


    career.


    Violet''s hospitalization drew plenty of attention. Many fans, knowing she''d be discharged today, prepared bouquets in advance to wee her. Some even wanted her to publicly admit that she was the real Vivian.


    Seeing so many people rooting for her, Violet couldn''t help but feel a surge of pride.


    "If anyone has questions, just ask," she said brightly.


    McNeil''s security kept her surrounded in the center of the crowd. Someone tried to hand her flowers, and Violet picked out the biggest, most eye-catching bouquet, cradling it in her arms with a dazzling smile.


    "Say a few words and let''s go," McNeil reminded her, motioning for someone to help Gwh into the car. Seeing how shaken Gwh looked, he realized she was still traumatized from being separated during the previous chaos. All the while, he stayed close to Violet, shielding her from the crowd.


    Violet had a thousand things to say, but as much as she enjoyed the attention from her fans, she cared more about McNeil. In that moment of triumph, she caught a glimpse of his face-his expression had darkened, clear displeasure in his eyes.


    She felt a twinge of frustration herself. She was a celebrity, a renowned racer with international recognition. If McNeil married her, he''d have to get used to moments like this.


    Still, no amount of fame couldpare to the appeal of bing Mrs. Langford. Until she secured her ce as his wife, she was determined to please McNeil in everything.


    "I understand," she replied softly, her voice sweet and obedient. Fans, noticing her standing so close to McNeil, wasted no time.


    "Vivian, is this your boyfriend? You two look perfect together!"


    Violet nced at McNeil, but only smiled in response. Her expression said everything.


    "What do you think about someone impersonating you at the race? And we noticed the game you designed and released is back online, now credited to Vivian. Was it removed before just to update the name?"


    "The game runched on race day, and everyone''s been obsessed with it! Violet, you''re a genius. Rumor has it you joined Quantum Core Technologies just for your boyfriend and co-developed the game. Onunch day alone, it sold nearly eight billion. So, The Langford Group and Quantum Core Technologies must be raking in the profits, right?"


    The questions came rapid-fire, one after another.


    Violet could tolerate the curiosity about her personal life, but as the focus shifted to the game, she started to feel uneasy. McNeil had already lost billions, and now people were ming him for Golden Era Enterprises'' losses too. The more she listened, the worse it sounded.


    She sneaked a look at McNeil-he''d gone deathly quiet, his face unreadable. From years of knowing him, Violet recognized this as the calm before the storm. "Thank you all for your continued support," she said quickly.


    The game developer was Vivian—she couldn''t deny it. Standing beside her, McNeil was clearly simmering with anger, and Violet felt utterly miserable.


    As the fans pressed on with questions about the game''s profits and The Langford Group, McNeil finally spoke up.


    "That game has nothing to do with The Langford Group."