Chapter 648
Vivian Bennett abandoned her car by the roadside.
She quickly boarded a bus, then switched to the subway, changing routes multiple times.
Inside a clothing store, she completely transformed her appearance.
She put on a wig and sunglasses.
The mirror reflected a face that was entirely unfamiliar.
If Liam Sullivan had sent people to track her, their trail should be cold by now.
She blended into the crowd, quietly observing her surroundings.
No one paid attention to this inconspicuous "stranger."
The first step of her plan was complete.
She hailed a taxi.
She gave the address of her old apartment.
The most dangerous place was often the safest.
Liam Sullivan would never think she had hidden Luna Clark there.
The familiar apartment building came into view.
Vivian paused, a long-forgotten warmth flickering in her heart.
This was her real home.
No hurt, no betrayal.
Only the silence that belonged to her alone.
She inserted the key into the lock.
A cold draft swept over her, making her shudder violently.
A sharp, stabbing pain erupted in her chest and abdomen.
It was more intense than any previous episode.
Her face turned deathly pale.
She gripped the doorframe, bending over as she gasped for breath.
Cold sweat dampened her hairline.
Clenching her teeth, she turned the key with trembling hands and stumbled inside.
She rummaged through the medicine cabinet.
Her fingers brushed past various pill boxes before finally seizing a bottle of painkillers with an English label.
She swallowed two pills with cold water.
She collapsed onto the sofa, closing her eyes as she waited for the medication to take effect.
The pain slowly receded like a tide.
Scattered pills remained on the table.
These strong painkillers were originally stocked to cope with the torment inflicted by the White family.
Now, she was using them for this.
Vivian stood up, her eyes turning cold and sharp again.
From the bottom layer of the medicine cabinet, she retrieved a box of injections.
With practiced ease, she drew a small amount of clear liquid into a syringe.
Just a tiny bit was enough to render someone limp and powerless, stripping them of all ability to resist.
Everything was ready.
She pushed open the bedroom door.
The room was still decorated warmly.
But the woman chained to the bed filled the air with a sinister chill.
Vivian stood silently at the doorway, her gaze fixed on Luna Clark's unconscious face.
The grandfather clock in the living room chimed three times.
Vivian's eyes hardened.
She strode into the room, dragged Luna to the living room, and woke her.
Luna opened her eyes, looking around in confusion.
Then her pupils constricted sharply.
"It was you who kidnapped me... What do you want?"
Vivian looked down at her, her voice icy.
"Who found you? Who ordered you to seduce Liam Sullivan and ruin my engagement party?"
Luna was stunned for a moment, then blurted out, "It was Isabella Sullivan! She told me to sabotage the engagement party, to disgrace the Sullivan Group!"
Vivian let out a cold laugh.
"You're lying. How could Isabella Sullivan possibly know about your existence? There's someone else behind this—only he would think of using you to distract Liam Sullivan. Tell me, who is he?"
She pulled out a silver pistol, pressing the muzzle against Luna's forehead.
Luna's entire body went rigid.
Her lips pressed into a thin line.
"I can't say... Telling you would still mean death. At least dying by your hand would be quicker."
She knew all too well the consequences of betraying that man.
Death wasn't the scary part.
The true terror was the torture of being unable to die.