Chapter 108

Vivian Bennett stared at her phone screen, her fingertips trembling slightly.

That name flashed on the display like an invisible hook, unsettling her mind.

She took a deep breath and finally pressed the answer button.

Dead silence filled the receiver.

Only heavy breathing could be heard, mixed with distant, muffled noise.

She frowned and spoke tentatively. "Boss Liam?"

The response was a sudden blast of electronic music that made her eardrums buzz.

A woman's coquettish voice pierced through the beat, clinging to the air with sticky sweetness.

"Boss Liam, you're so amazing~"

"Boss Liam, have another drink~"

"Oh my god, you finished a whole bottle of whiskey without flinching! You're incredible!"

Vivian's fingers turned icy cold.

The first two suggestive exclamations made her stomach churn.

It wasn't until the flattering words followed that she realized—he was probably drowning his sorrows at some entertainment venue.

But why did he specifically call her?

Did he accidentally dial her number while drunk?

She abruptly ended the call, her chest heaving violently.

Sophia Miller's words today had almost swayed her, but now they felt like a bucket of cold water poured over her head.

The diversions of wealthy young masters were nothing but wine, women, song, and money.

Why should she become just another decoration in his garden of flowers?

Even pretending to be his girlfriend to ward off admirers seemed utterly ridiculous now.

She powered off her phone and threw it into the drawer.

In the darkness, she clutched the corner of her blanket tightly.

But she couldn't shake off those soft, seductive voices echoing in her ears.

...

Inside the private dining room, colored lights swirled.

Liam Sullivan shook off the woman's clinging hand, his gaze frighteningly cold.

"Don't touch me."

The woman staggered back, her face filled with resentment. "Boss Liam, I just wanted to..."

"Get out."

That single word made her face turn pale.

She gritted her teeth and stepped away, but her eyes remained glued to the man's sharp profile.

Since entering the room, he had been sitting alone in the corner drinking heavily.

His phone screen lit up and went dark repeatedly.

She had leaned closer earlier and caught a glimpse of his screensaver—a blurry image of a woman's back.

She thought she could seize the opportunity to please him by dialing the number and saying a few good words for him.

Maybe she could gain his favor.

But just as the call connected, people started urging him to drink.

She had no choice but to rush to flatter him.

Unexpectedly, the other end hung up directly.

Even more surprising was that she couldn't even touch him.

The rumors about him avoiding women were actually true.

Oliver Winston swayed over with a glass in hand, nudging him with his elbow. "What's wrong? Who upset our young master Liam? Should I find someone more understanding?"