Chapter 8

Vivian Bennett’s heart clenched violently.

Liam Sullivan?

Why was he here?

Her fingertips trembled slightly as she forced a smile. "I'm sorry, but can I decline?"

If she had known he was here, she would never have set foot in this place.

The waiter looked uncomfortable, but Sophia Miller spoke first. "She's joking. She'll go right away!"

The waiter retreated with visible relief.

Vivian tugged at her friend's sleeve. "I really don't want to go."

Sophia raised an eyebrow. "What are you afraid of? I'm here."

Vivian pressed her lips together.

Sophia appeared to be a cocktail waitress, but she was actually a top-tier operative.

With her protection, Vivian did feel considerably safer.

"Alright." Vivian took a deep breath and followed the waiter toward the private elevator.

The top-floor VIP area was silent.

It was a stark contrast to the noise downstairs.

Only the wealthy and powerful could access this area.

The waiter pushed open the ornate gilded door at the very end.

The private room was filled with the scent of alcohol and pulsating music.

A group of young socialites were laughing and chatting around a card table.

Oliver Winston noticed her first.

His eyes lit up. "Did Sophia send you?"

Vivian shook her head. "I'm looking for someone."

Her gaze swept across the room, finally settling on a corner.

Liam Sullivan sat alone in the shadows.

The tip of his cigar glowed, wreathed in smoke.

His sharp profile looked particularly aloof under the dim lighting.

No one in the entire room dared to approach him.

Vivian walked straight toward him.

Oliver moved to intercept her, but he was a step too late.

Under the astonished stares of everyone, she stopped in front of Liam.

"Mr. Sullivan."

Liam looked up, his dark eyes unfathomable.

He flicked the ash from his cigar, silent as a mountain.

Vivian clenched her fingers.

She picked up a glass and filled it with strong whiskey.

"I apologize for last night's incident."

She downed it in one gulp.

A burning sensation churned in her stomach.

He remained unmoved.

Vivian gritted her teeth and poured another glass.

Just as she was about to force it down, she heard his cold voice.

"Have you made your decision?"