Chapter 30

His words only made Vivian Bennett more reluctant to get into the car.

She stood frozen in place, her fingers unconsciously clutching the hem of her shirt.

"Really... there's no need to trouble you," she said, her voice tight, the words almost forced through her teeth.

Ride in the big boss's car? She didn't have the nerve.

Who knew if the news of her messing up the Zachary Hudson deal had already reached Liam Sullivan's ears?

Him asking her to get in the car now was practically an invitation into a trap.

She had no intention of walking right into it.

However, before her words even faded, Emily Davis beside her had already darted toward the black Rolls-Royce like a happy little bird.

Vivian sighed inwardly, forced to steel herself and follow.

How could she have forgotten? Emily was Liam Sullivan's number one fan.

How could Emily possibly pass up such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?

Liam Sullivan sat upright in the back seat, his impeccably tailored suit accentuating his straight posture.

An undeniable, powerful aura radiated from him, like an emperor in control of everything.

Emily excitedly greeted him, but he only responded with a faint "Hmm," his expression cold and stern, intimidating to behold.

Vivian originally wanted to sit next to Emily.

But Liam showed no intention of moving over.

They naturally didn't dare ask the big boss to make room for them.

Vivian had no choice but to walk around to the other side, open the door, and get in.

She deliberately pressed herself close to the window, leaving an empty seat between her and Liam, drawing a clear line.

In her peripheral vision, the lines of his profile were sharp and cold, his thin lips pressed tightly together.

She simply remained silent, skipping the greeting altogether.

Ryan Johnson, the driver, started the engine, and the car smoothly merged into the night.

Dead silence filled the cabin.

Both Vivian and Emily sat ramrod straight, even breathing lightly.

Afraid that any slight misstep might anger the important figure in the back seat.

Suddenly, Vivian's phone vibrated.

It was a message from Emily.

"Ahhh! I'm actually in the big boss's car! It's like a dream!"

Vivian pressed her lips together helplessly.

Another message popped up.

"The boss is even more handsome up close! I could admire this face for a lifetime!"

"Tonight, a disaster turned into a blessing! This is something I can boast about for ten years!"

Vivian didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Ten years? Wasn't that a bit exaggerated?

Perhaps the cabin was too quiet, or perhaps the driver Ryan couldn't contain his curiosity.

He drove while occasionally stealing glances back through the rearview mirror.

An old woman suddenly darted across the road ahead.

Ryan slammed on the brakes in a panic.

Caught off guard, Vivian was thrown forward.

Just as her forehead was about to hit the front seat, a large hand suddenly wrapped around her waist—