Chapter 273

Vivian Bennett’s heart sank.

If she truly were Liam Sullivan’s woman, why would she come alone tonight?

He could have simply dealt with Frank Evans himself.

Frank Evans scoffed.

"Liam Sullivan is famously known as the cold-faced executioner in our circles."

"I’ve never seen a woman by his side."

"Why would he turn against me over some woman?"

He reached out, his fingers brushing her cheek with a lewd touch.

"Stop overthinking."

"Focus on me tonight."

Vivian turned her head away from his touch.

Despair washed over her like a tidal wave.

No wonder Liam had been so cold when he passed by earlier.

He already had someone new.

She had bet on the wrong horse.

She secretly slid her hand beneath her, pressing the end call button through her clothes.

A bitter smile touched her lips.

The call had probably been disconnected long ago.

This was futile.

Her body grew strangely warm.

Her chest burned.

Her throat felt itchy.

Her legs tightened uncontrollably.

She suddenly realized—

When she turned earlier, the bottle stopper had been pulled out.

Frank’s sinister smile flashed in her mind.

He had drugged the wine.

Vivian narrowed her eyes.

Frank was impatiently loosening his tie.

His neck twisted, his face filled with lust, as if he wanted to devour her immediately.

She closed her eyes in despair.

There was no escaping this.

Frank’s fingers lingered on her neck.

"Youth is wonderful."

"Your skin is so tender it could be pinched until it drips water."

He leaned down, pressing his weight onto her.