Chapter 589

Sophia Miller whirled around.

The crowd parted automatically, creating a pathway.

A young woman walked forward slowly.

She was slender, her face pale as paper, but her eyes were sharp like poisoned daggers.

Many people present recognized her.

Isabella Sullivan.

Liam Sullivan's sister.

The long-missing second daughter of the Sullivan family had actually appeared at this moment.

A chill shot up from Sophia's feet, instantly spreading through her entire body.

The media reporters, however, lit up like sharks smelling blood.

Isabella Sullivan had not attended the engagement ceremony.

Yet she had suddenly appeared now.

What did this mean?

Everyone held their breath.

Isabella walked up to the media and stopped.

Her gaze fixed directly on Vivian Bennett, her eyes dark like a bottomless, icy pool.

"I am Liam Sullivan's sister."

Her voice was not loud, but it carried clearly throughout the entire banquet hall.

"I know the reason for this canceled engagement better than anyone."

Isabella pulled a stack of photos from her handbag.

With a flick of her wrist.

The photos scattered like snowflakes, fluttering towards the reporters.

The pictures tumbled through the air.

Each one was painfully clear.

Vivian's face.

Vivian's body.

Indecent poses.

Gaudy and vulgar scenes.

They were the photos Brandon White had taken of Vivian when she was drugged and unconscious.

Now, they were displayed naked before everyone like evidence for a public execution.

Vivian trembled violently.

Her eyes were wide open, the flying photos reflected in her pupils.

"See clearly?"

Isabella's voice was cold as frost.

"This is the reason. A cheap woman like a prostitute. Do you think my brother would marry her?"

The banquet hall fell into dead silence.

Everyone was too shocked by the sight before them to speak.

The photos were too explicit.

Too disgraceful.

No man of any standing could tolerate his fiancée having such a past.

The reporters lunged for the photos like madmen.

Those who grabbed them treated them like treasure.

Those who didn't scrambled to press their shutters, recording this explosive scene.

A high-society engagement shattered.

The inside story: scandalous photos of the would-be bride.

This would absolutely be tomorrow's headline news.

"Stop..."

Vivian's lips were deathly pale, her voice trembling almost incoherently.

She stared fixedly at the photos, her eyes hollow as if her soul had been ripped out.

"Don't look... please... don't look..."

Tears spilled uncontrollably.

Streaming down her cheeks wildly.

Her dignity had already been trampled underfoot.

Now, the last shred of her modesty was being torn away.

"Stop! No one is allowed to look!"

She screamed, breaking down.

But her voice was drowned out by the reporters' clamor and the incessant clicking of camera flashes.

So faint.

So powerless.

Sophia's eyes reddened with anxiety.

She never expected Isabella to pull such a stunt.

Oliver Winston and Ethan Roscente, who could have controlled the situation, were both absent.

Albert Sullivan had also been called away by Patriarch Sullivan.

Now the entire banquet hall was in chaos.

Vivian, suffering a massive blow, was beyond calm.

With so many distinguished guests present.

She couldn't forcibly eject the reporters.

That would only make things worse.

"Get her out of here!"

Sophia shouted at the bodyguards blocking the reporters.

"Push through! Get her out of here!"

Several bodyguards immediately closed in, shielding Vivian as they tried to force their way out.

But the reporters surged forward like a tide.

Camera flashes went off frantically.

Questions were hurled one after another.

"Miss Bennett, are these photos real?"

"Did you and Mr. Sullivan call off the engagement because of these photos?"

"Do you have any explanation for this?"

Vivian, shielded in the center by the bodyguards, was as pale as a sheet.

She kept her head down, not daring to look at anyone.

Tears wouldn't stop flowing.

Isabella stood outside the crowd, watching everything coldly.

A cruel smile curled at the corner of her mouth.

Vivian Bennett.

So this is your day.

You stole my brother.

You stole the position of the Sullivan family's young mistress.

Now, I will ruin your reputation.

Make you never able to hold your head up again.

The bodyguards struggled to push the reporters aside, protecting Vivian as they moved towards the exit.

But the reporters blocked them like madmen.

The scene was completely out of control.

Sophia stamped her feet in frustration.

She rushed over to help but was shoved aside by the reporters.

Just then—

The banquet hall doors were suddenly pushed open.

A tall figure appeared in the doorway.

Backlit.

His face unclear.

But the powerful aura he exuded instantly silenced the noisy hall.

Everyone turned.

To look at the entrance.

Liam Sullivan stood there.

His face was terrifyingly dark.

His eyes cold as ice.

He walked in step by step.

Each footfall heavy.

As if stepping on everyone's heart.

The reporters instinctively made way.

Liam walked up to Vivian.

Stopped.

His gaze swept over the scattered photos.

His eyes instantly turned icy.

He looked up.

At Isabella.

"Who told you to come here?"