Chapter 271
Vivian Bennett tasted bitterness on her tongue.
She knew death was approaching, yet powerless to change it.
All she could do was force herself to accept it.
The door remained slightly ajar.
She stared through the gap with vacant eyes.
Suddenly, her gaze froze.
A familiar figure passed by the door.
He must have seen her.
She was certain he saw everything—her situation, her despair.
Yet he showed no reaction.
He walked away calmly.
Liam Sullivan!
No wonder he hadn’t answered her call earlier.
He already had a beauty by his side.
A delicate young woman clung to Liam’s arm.
She was similar in height and age to Vivian.
Even her gentle expression resembled Vivian’s.
With such warmth in his embrace, why would he care about her survival?
While she hesitated, Liam walked away with the beautiful girl.
The door finally closed completely.
The wooden barrier sealed her inside.
Vivian lowered her eyes.
She forced a smile, but it was too faint to see.
She laughed silently to herself.
Should she still try?
When she turned around, Frank Evans had already uncorked the liquor bottle.
A lewd smile spread across his face.
He waved at her.
“Your turn, Miss Bennett!”
Vivian walked step by step toward the coffee table.
She took a deep breath, hiding her fear.
She maintained a calm expression.
She lifted the bottle and tilted her head back.
She chugged the entire contents.
As she set the empty bottle down, Frank laughed.
“Miss Bennett, you’re quite the drinker! Keep going!”
Vivian already felt dizzy.
Her vision swam.
She stared at the second bottle on the table.
Her mind raced.
If she drank this one, she might not leave here conscious.
But if she refused, Frank would not let her go.
His impatient, lustful expression made her nauseous.
She knew she couldn’t escape humiliation.
What should she do?
She didn’t value chastity more than life.
But the thought of this disgusting man touching her made her sick.
In that instant, countless thoughts flashed through her mind.
She met Frank’s greedy eyes.
His gaze made her want to vomit.
Clenching her teeth, she made a decision.
She hid her hands behind her back.
She smiled at Frank.
“This is excellent liquor, but drinking it so quickly is a waste.
Fine alcohol should be savored slowly.”
As she spoke, she slipped her hand into her pants pocket.
She found the number in her contacts by touch.
She pressed the call button again.
Frank chuckled dismissively.
“No matter! Drink as much as you like, Miss Bennett.
The more you drink, the happier I’ll be.”