Chapter 391
Ryan’s fingers trembled slightly.
He quickly picked up the iPad to report the schedule.
Liam Sullivan’s brows furrowed slightly.
“Postpone all non-essential matters.”
“Book a flight to Zurich for tomorrow evening.”
Ryan was stunned.
“You’re going on a business trip, sir?”
“I haven’t prepared any contingency plans yet…”
Liam stood up and walked toward the lounge.
His suit jacket was casually draped over his arm.
“It’s a private matter.”
“I’ll be going alone.”
Ryan’s mind raced.
Zurich had no ongoing projects or old friends.
Why would the CEO suddenly go there?
He immediately booked the flight.
When Ryan returned to the CEO’s office, Liam had already changed into a fresh shirt.
His cufflinks gleamed with a cold light.
He was reviewing documents with his head lowered.
A metal pen twirled effortlessly between his fingers.
The sharp lines of his profile looked like they were carved from stone.
Ryan quietly retreated and closed the door.
Had the CEO been working relentlessly these past few days just to free up time for Zurich?
What secret was hidden there?
Vivian Bennett and Sophia Miller arrived in Zurich as night fell.
The hotel lobby glittered under crystal chandeliers.
They dropped their luggage and headed straight to the restaurant.
They had just settled by the window when a deep male voice cut through the noise.
“Vivian Bennett?”
She looked up abruptly.
Julian Klein stood at the edge of light and shadow.
His black suit accentuated his tall, straight posture.
His snow-white shirt collar was impeccably neat.
His pale complexion stood out in the crowd.
His noble demeanor drew discreet glances from all around.
Every encounter with him felt like opening a mystery box.
Vivian curved her lips into a smile.
“What a coincidence.”
“Are you here in Zurich too?”
“Just vacationing to clear my head.”
His gaze drifted to the suitcase beside her.
“What about you?”
“The same…”
Her fingers curled unconsciously.
After a brief exchange, Julian led five or six elite-looking attendants toward the private dining area.
Sophia gripped Vivian’s sleeve excitedly.
“That man is pure walking testosterone!”
“Where did you meet him?”
Vivian watched the group’s efficient retreating figures.
“A client.”
“I’ve only met him twice.”
But did a vacation require bringing an entire team?
The next morning, mountain mist still lingered.
Rhododendron blooms covered the entire hillside.
Layers of crimson and violet spread like a spilled palette.
Sophia darted through the flowers with her camera.
Vivian bent down to gently smell the dew-kissed petals.
Tiny droplets clung to her hair.
They didn’t return to the hotel until the sun began to set.
Their legs were sore and weary.
The revolving door slowly turned.
They came face-to-face with Julian Klein.
Petal fragments dusted the shoulders of his trench coat.
It was as if he had just walked out of the same sea of flowers.