Chapter 151

Before Vivian Bennett could speak, Mr. Richardson had already stepped forward.

He greeted Liam Sullivan with an ingratiating smile.

He rose hurriedly, bowing repeatedly to Liam.

Though old enough to be Liam's father, he acted like he had met the grim reaper.

He even breathed cautiously.

Mr. Richardson rubbed his hands together.

He fawned, "Mr. Sullivan, if there's nothing else, I'll take my leave now."

"Let Miss Bennett stay and keep you company."

This old fox confirmed their relationship.

He feared getting into trouble and wanted to escape quickly.

"Mr. Richardson, leaving so soon?" Liam raised an eyebrow.

His tone was meaningful.

"Don't you want to have a few more drinks?"

Mr. Richardson waved his hands repeatedly.

"I can't drink anymore."

"Any more and I'll mess things up."

"I see you're in high spirits." A cold glint flashed in Liam's eyes.

"I specially called some beauties to keep you company."

He clapped his hands.

Several seductively dressed women entered with whiskey.

"Mr. Richardson, let me have a drink with you."

"Mr. Richardson, you're still as charming as ever."

The women surrounded him with sweet words and flattery.

Mr. Richardson was flattered.

The alcohol from earlier rushed to his head.

He felt dizzy.

With so many beauties throwing themselves at him, how could he refuse?

Especially since it was Liam's arrangement.

"Mr. Sullivan, I won't stand on ceremony then." Mr. Richardson embraced the women.

He led them to the sofa area.

Vivian watched in astonishment.

The women kept urging him to drink.

Mr. Richardson accepted every offer.

If these women had been sent to negotiate the contract, they would have succeeded long ago.

She was still too inexperienced.

Not only had she failed to handle this old pervert, but she had also been taken advantage of.

Vivian was secretly regret.

Liam suddenly commanded coldly, "Let's go!"

Before she could react, he grabbed her wrist harshly.

She didn't even have time to grab her shawl.

He dragged her out of the private dining room in her sleeveless tight dress.

Liam dragged her angrily through the long corridor.

He headed straight for the staircase.

"Why are you pulling me?" Vivian struggled and shouted.

She tried to break free from his grip.

But he held on even tighter.

His strength was surprising.

Liam remained silent.

He pulled her along quickly.

They were about to descend the stairs.

Vivian wore high heels.

Her ankle was already sprained.

"Slow down!"

She wanted him to stop.

But Liam walked faster and faster.

Vivian couldn't keep up with his pace.

Her ankle hurt terribly.

She struggled several times without success.

She finally dug her nails into the back of his hand.

She thought he would let go from the pain.

But the man showed no reaction.

His back was cold and rigid.

It was as if she had committed some grave sin.

He dragged her all the way to the staircase.

Liam showed no intention of stopping.

Vivian couldn't bear the pain.

She held onto him tightly.

She stood on the top step.

"Let me go!"

"The contract hasn't been signed yet!"

Vivian thought about Mr. Richardson being dead drunk.

Now was the perfect time to sign the contract.