Chapter 152

Those words completely ignited Liam Sullivan's fury.

He spun around abruptly.

His icy gaze pierced through her like a sharp blade.

Vivian Bennett couldn't help but shiver.

In her memory, Liam was always aloof yet maintained an elegant and gentle demeanor.

He had sheltered her from storms and given her an indescribable sense of security.

But now, he seemed like a completely different person.

Vivian stood frozen in place.

The man before her was both familiar and a stranger.

Liam grabbed her wrist again, forcefully pulling her down the stairs.

Her eight-centimeter stilettos clicked sharply against each step.

A searing pain shot through her ankle.

She couldn't keep up with his pace.

Just as she was about to fall, Vivian finally reached her limit.

She stomped her heel hard on the wooden staircase.

"Liam Sullivan!"

This was the first time she had ever called him by his full name.

Liam halted.

He seemed surprised by her sudden outburst.

Around him, she had always been cautious and reserved.

She had never lost her composure like this before.

Let alone directly addressing him by name.

He turned back, his eyes still cold.

Vivian's anger instantly flared.

She was only trying to fight for her company's interests.

What was so wrong about that?

Was giving her all to her job now a crime?

She wanted to argue her case.

But meeting his sharp gaze deflated her courage.

Their statuses were ultimately too unequal.

She bit her lip and forced out the words, "My foot hurts."

Liam frowned.

He seemed not to have heard her clearly.

Vivian raised her voice, "I said my foot hurts! Can't you hear me?"

Every word dripped with anger.

Only then did Liam release her hand.

He stepped down one stair to examine her injury.

Her ankle was already swollen and red.

The injury looked quite severe.

His brow furrowed deeply, "When did this happen?"

"Just now!" Vivian said through gritted teeth.

"Just now?" Liam's gaze darkened.

Vivian trembled with rage, "When you were dragging me!"

Couldn't he see she was wearing high heels?

He had pulled her along so roughly.

And so fast.

She hadn't had time to react.

She had twisted her ankle accidentally.

"Why didn't you say something earlier?" His tone was accusatory.

Vivian almost laughed in frustration, "Did you give me a chance to speak?"

He was always so domineering.

Never allowing others any room to explain.