Chapter 390

Liam Sullivan appeared in the lobby of the five-star hotel shortly after.

His expression was stern, radiating a chilling coldness.

Ryan Johnson quickly approached.

Even from a distance, he could feel the overwhelming low pressure.

Ryan's heart sank.

Could it be because of Miss Vivian again?

No one but Vivian Bennett could cause such emotional turbulence in the CEO.

Liam strode into the private dining room.

The president of Pinnacle Corp immediately rose to greet him. "Mr. Sullivan, your presence is a great honor."

Liam gave a slight nod. "You're too kind, Mr. Johnson."

After the pleasantries, Liam took his seat with ease.

He raised his glass, his gaze sweeping across the room. "I'll drink first. Please, enjoy yourselves at your own pace."

His slender fingers wrapped around the crystal glass, and he drained it in one go.

The strong liquor slid down his throat.

"Mr. Sullivan, you are most generous." Mr. Johnson followed suit, downing his own drink.

Everyone stood up to join the toast.

"To Mr. Sullivan. May our cooperation be pleasant." Mr. Johnson raised his glass again.

Executives from Pinnacle Corp took turns proposing toasts.

Liam drank one glass after another.

The burning liquor scorched his stomach, yet his face remained composed.

A faint, almost imperceptible smile played on his thin lips.

He appeared humble, yet carried an air of detachment.

His innate noble demeanor was intimidating.

Lily Ashcroft tried several times to drink on his behalf, but was refused each time.

She worried his stomach couldn't handle it.

After several rounds, Liam signaled for Ryan to take over.

This subtle gesture warmed Lily's heart.

She gazed obsessively at the man beside her.

The light outlined his sharp, defined profile.

His high nose bridge and thin lips.

Every feature exuded mature charm.

He sat quietly in the halo of light, like a deity.

By the end of the social engagement, Lily's heartbeat had yet to calm.

She timidly stepped forward to support him. "Sir, shall I take you back?"

Liam frowned and shook off her hand. "Unnecessary."

His voice was low and hoarse.

He walked straight to the hotel's executive office.

Oliver Winston raised an eyebrow and smiled upon seeing him. "Meeting with that old stubborn from Pinnacle Corp?"

Liam lazily sank into the sofa, grunting in affirmation.

"Did you have a fight with Vivian?" Oliver probed.

Liam's expression darkened further.

He wished he could drag her back immediately.

In less than five minutes, he stood up to leave.

The door slammed shut with a loud bang.

Oliver shook his head helplessly at the closed door.

Liam called for a designated driver and returned directly to the company.

The next morning, Ryan pushed open the office door.

Liam was sitting at the executive desk, reviewing documents.

The man's face was stern, still wearing the same suit from yesterday.

Before Ryan could speak, a low voice sounded. "What's the schedule for the next few days?"