Chapter 260
Grace Harper had finally secured a job at a golf club.
Vivian Bennett visited the course over the weekend to see her cousin.
Sunlight bathed the lush green turf.
She spotted Grace from a distance, surrounded by a group of male guests.
Grace waved urgently for Vivian to join them.
The men immediately turned their attention to Vivian.
Their eyes held unmistakable interest.
Vivian knew how hard her cousin had worked for this position.
She reluctantly stayed to socialize with them.
She didn't notice two pairs of eyes watching from under a nearby sun umbrella.
Liam Sullivan was accompanying his sister Isabella Sullivan for a relaxing game.
He finished a phone call and looked up.
His gaze instantly fell on a familiar figure.
Vivian wore a white tennis skirt.
Her fair skin seemed to glow under the sun.
Several men were laughing and chatting with her.
Liam's expression darkened instantly.
He returned to the hitting area.
Isabella immediately noticed his change in mood.
"Brother, what's wrong?" she asked with concern.
Liam pressed his lips into a thin line.
"Nothing," he replied curtly.
He packed up his golf clubs.
He walked directly toward the clubhouse.
Isabella quickly followed behind him.
Inside the VIP lounge, Liam sat on a leather sofa.
He swirled a glass of red wine.
The liquid formed elegant arcs inside the crystal glass.
A cold aura emanated from him.
It kept everyone at a distance.
Isabella watched him with obsessive admiration.
She felt a surge of unwillingness in her heart.
How could she ever let go of such an exceptional man?
They went to a private dining room for lunch at noon.
Coincidentally, Vivian was entertaining clients in another room nearby.
She went to the restroom during the meal.
She pushed the door open and nearly collided with two people.
Liam and Isabella were walking side by side.
They looked perfectly matched.
Vivian's heart sank violently.
Why were they here?
She watched Isabella gaze at Liam with undisguised adoration.
Vivian suddenly found it hard to breathe.
Liam's eyes were as cold as ice.
They pierced directly through her.
Vivian looked away.
The air around him grew even colder.
"Vivian Bennett?" Isabella spoke first.
Her tone held just the right amount of surprise.
As vice president of Sullivan Group, she initiated the greeting.
Vivian had no choice but to respond.