Chapter 675
Liam Sullivan's heart tightened abruptly.
For Vivian Bennett to have resorted to using a firearm, yet be subdued before she could even fire a shot.
The person who came was no ordinary individual.
In the surveillance footage, only a dark figure wearing a hat was visible.
The person stood with their back to the light, and the footage mostly showed their silhouette.
Their face was completely indistinguishable.
Liam's gaze fell on the open laptop on the table.
Frowning, he stepped forward to operate it.
He discovered the computer had already been tampered with.
All the data from earlier had been deleted.
At that moment, the investigative team he had ordered to mobilize arrived swiftly.
Liam replayed the recording from the monitor.
Then he turned and looked coldly at the members who had brought a host of high-tech equipment.
"Collect fingerprints from the door and the laptop."
"And perform image data analysis on the figure in the recording."
"Find the person matching the characteristics."
The task force members immediately began their work in an orderly manner.
Collecting fingerprints, analyzing the footage.
Liam felt both agitated and worried.
He had a vague feeling that Vivian's disappearance this time would be exceptionally dangerous.
Even he found it difficult to remain calm.
"Mr. Sullivan, we've discovered a micro-bomb here."
A member responsible for searching for minute clues suddenly approached.
In his hand was a micro-bomb device.
Liam took it, surprised.
He was not unfamiliar with this type of micro-bomb.
After examining it carefully for a few moments, he could tell it was a high-tech explosive.
Capable of intelligently controlling the detonation time and power.
He couldn't help but feel a chill.
Why would Vivian keep something like this in her home?
He suddenly remembered that day in this small apartment when he had seen Isabella Sullivan and Luna Clark.
Had she planned to perish together with them even back then?
Liam drew a sharp breath.
Just the thought made his heart turn cold.
If he had arrived any later that time.
Perhaps now, he wouldn't even have the chance to see her again.
He instructed them to return the micro-bomb to its original place.
If Vivian found out he had tampered with her things again.
She would definitely be furious.
Her preparation of this item was now meaningless.
Given her current capabilities, none of those women.
Could possibly be caught by her again.
How utterly desperate must her heart have been back then?
Her revenge plan had been completely ruined by him.
Her wish to avenge her child had also come to nothing.
Liam's heart felt as if it had been struck hard.
Her and her child's vengeance.
From now on, he would continue it for her.
He walked to the center of the living room, to the marble table beside the sofa.
He bent down, painfully stroking the corner of the tabletop.
That time, it was he who had pushed her right here.
Causing her sternum to fracture.
The image of her lying collapsed over the table then.
Her eyes filled with despair and agony.
Resurfaced vividly before his eyes.
Liam felt a violent, sharp pain pierce his heart.
His body trembled uncontrollably.
"I'm sorry…"
He forced the words out in a low, pained voice from his throat.
He knew saying sorry was meaningless.
He didn't even dare to apologize or confess his remorse to her.
Afraid of triggering her painful memories.
But the scene of her crashing down here.
Would forever remain a sharp thorn in his heart.
One that could never be pulled out.
A persistent, dull ache.
Some things, you don't even get a chance to regret.
Like the harm he had inflicted.
No matter how much it pained him, it could never be undone.
"Mr. Sullivan, the fingerprint and image analyses are complete."
"And we've retrieved some corresponding data from the global satellite database."
The voice of the investigation team member jolted Liam out of his anguish.
He immediately reined in his emotions.
His face reassuming its cold detachment.
He walked over and looked at the person's image the data analyst had processed on the computer.
When Liam's dark eyes saw the man on the screen.
They grew even more somber.
His fingers clenched tightly.
This man, he naturally recognized who it was.
"Mr. Sullivan, based on the current data, there's a ninety percent probability this person is Brandon White."
"Both his height and skeletal structure match."
The fury in Liam's heart intensified.
Brandon White.
Previously, he had let him go out of consideration for being Vivian's brother.
He never expected that this time, Brandon would appear so brazenly.
And abduct Vivian.
It was clearly a deliberate provocation.
But now, with Vivian in his hands.
He had no choice but to tread carefully.