Chapter 424

"Brother, I truly know I was wrong. Please forgive me this one time."

Liam Sullivan's handsome face instantly frosted over.

The entire Sullivan family had clearly conspired together.

He was the only one kept in the dark.

His thin lips pressed into a tight line. He turned and walked away without looking back.

Patriarch Sullivan and Eleanor Sullivan continued to soothe Isabella Sullivan in gentle tones.

"Your brother has always been like this. He'll get over it in a few days. Don't take it to heart."

Isabella watched Liam's resolute retreating back. A barely perceptible shadow flickered deep within her eyes.

How could she not be anxious?

Liam was about to marry Vivian Bennett.

XX Club.

Oliver Winston and Ethan Roscente sat in a private room playing cards and chatting.

A loud bang suddenly shattered the peace.

Everyone at the card table looked up simultaneously. A tall, imposing figure shrouded in hostility stood at the doorway.

Oliver was the first to recover. He stood and approached. "Liam, what's wrong? Who pissed you off?"

Liam walked straight to the luxurious sofa. He poured a full glass of strong liquor and downed it in one gulp.

Ethan lowered his voice to Oliver. "Is that the special reserve you were saving?"

Oliver's mouth twitched. "Yeah. I was planning to open it after the game."

"What's going on with him?"

Oliver rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Either career setback or love trouble. His career is soaring right now. Must be a woman problem. I heard Isabella is back. Probably caught between two women now—"

"Who do you think he cares about more? Isabella or Vivian?"

"I used to think it was Isabella. But after seeing him with Vivian... that's the real deal. He's genuinely fallen for her."

A faint smile touched Ethan's lips. "Let him drink for now. I have a way to test it later."

After Liam finished half the bottle, Ethan sent a text to the club manager.

A moment later, the manager led two young, beautiful women into the private room.

Oliver took one look at them and cursed under his breath. "Damn, these knock-offs are way too obvious!"

One woman wore a white dress with an elegant, pure aura. Her eyes and brows bore a striking resemblance to Isabella.

The other wore a red dress, bright and charming, with a certain Vivian-like charm.

Standing side by side, they formed two stunning scenes.

Ethan led them toward Liam, who was drinking alone in his gloom.

"Liam, look up."

The moment Liam raised his eyes, both women held their breath.

The man before them was handsome, cold, and noble. His slightly narrowed eyes were like bottomless whirlpools, heart-stopping.

Ethan signaled the woman in white. She timidly picked up a glass and approached.

Looking at that pure, beautiful face, Liam's sword-like brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

Just as the woman gathered her courage and was about to get close to him, his cold, thin lips uttered three words.

"Get lost!"

One look. One sentence. The woman was scared out of her wits.