Chapter 182

Liam Sullivan played several rounds of mahjong.

He drank several bottles of strong whiskey.

A deep sense of apathy settled over him.

He stood up to leave.

Oliver Winston noticed his drunken state and hurried after him. "Let me drive you."

"No need." Liam's voice was cold and detached.

He walked away without looking back.

The black limousine waited silently outside the club.

The driver saw his unsteady steps and rushed to support him.

Liam sank into the back seat and closed his eyes.

The engine hummed softly.

"Sir, where to?" the driver asked cautiously.

Liam pressed his fingers against his temples.

His thin lips parted. He uttered the name of a residential area.

Lakeside Manor.

The driver's heart skipped a beat.

Wasn't that Miss Vivian's address?

The boss still couldn't let her go.

When the car arrived, Liam was already asleep.

The driver didn't dare disturb him. He waited silently.

Late into the night, the smell of smoke woke him.

He turned to look.

Liam held a cigarette between his fingers. The glowing ember flickered in the darkness.

His sharp profile looked especially stern in the night.

His deep gaze remained fixed on a particular window.

The driver thought it was just a one-time occurrence.

But for an entire week after that.

Liam appeared outside the building every night.

He always smoked in silence.

His eyes never leaving that window.

The driver couldn't understand his thoughts.

He only knew to drive here punctually each evening.

The weekend arrived quietly.

Sophia Miller burst into Vivian Bennett's apartment.

She insisted on dragging Vivian out for shopping.

Vivian was exhausted. Her eyelids felt heavy.

She only wanted to stay home and catch up on sleep.

But Sophia wouldn't take no for an answer.

"A woman must treat herself well."

She pulled Vivian to a spa.

Then they headed straight to a high-end cosmetics counter.

Vivian was shocked by the prices.

Sophia swiped her card without hesitation.

"Money is meant to be spent. We can always earn more."

Next, they stormed into a luxury boutique.

"Try this one. And this one too."

Sophia shoved an armful of clothes into Vivian's arms.

Vivian gave in and entered the fitting room.

Each gorgeous dress enhanced her beauty.

The mirror reflected her increasingly radiant appearance.

Her mood gradually brightened.

But just as she put on the last gown.

The moment she opened the fitting room curtain.

Isabella Sullivan's figure appeared in the store.

She wore a custom-made outfit. Sunglasses hid her eyes.

Four bodyguards followed her closely.

The store manager recognized her and hurried over with staff.

The entire shop fell into complete silence.