Chapter 155

Ryan Johnson stood frozen for a moment.

Liam Sullivan had already taken a seat on the living room sofa.

A half-smoked cigarette rested between his long fingers.

Smoke swirled around, blurring his sharp, handsome features.

Ryan approached quietly. "Boss Liam."

Liam lowered his gaze, his voice deep. "Issue the announcement tomorrow. Hannah Green is removed from her position as Deputy PR Manager."

Ryan was stunned. "Remove Hannah Green? But Vice President Isabella..."

Hannah was Isabella Sullivan's trusted ally.

The boss had never touched anyone from the vice president's circle before.

A cold glance from Liam silenced Ryan immediately.

He nodded respectfully. "I'll handle it right away."

He quickly retreated from the living room, his mind still reeling.

The boss had always indulged Isabella.

Now he was making an exception for Vivian Bennett?

This confirmed Ryan's earlier assessment.

Vivian held immense importance in the boss's heart.

Perhaps even surpassing Isabella.

The position of Mrs. Sullivan might not be far off.

The empty villa was now quiet, leaving Liam alone.

He stubbed out the cigarette, the last ember dying.

Vivian Bennett soaked in the Jacuzzi for a long time.

She drifted into exhausted sleep several times.

When she woke, the recent nightmare flooded back.

It was the same luxury car again.

A man pinning her down, taking what he wanted.

Heavy breathing filled her ears.

This time, the breathing felt strangely familiar.

She strained to open her eyes wider, trying to see the man's face.

The dream remained blurry, his features indistinct.

She struggled desperately but couldn't break free.

She jolted awake abruptly...

A self-mocking smile touched her lips.

Similar nightmares had haunted her these past few months.

Since that night, peaceful sleep had become elusive.

She often woke startled in the dead of night.

The experience of being drugged that evening...

She had nearly lost consciousness, a memory forever etched in her mind.

This was the first time she had tried to see the man's face.

She thought she was going insane.

The bathwater had turned cold long ago.

Just as Vivian prepared to get out, a knock sounded on the bathroom door.

Liam's deep voice came through. "You've been in there an hour. Aren't you done yet?"

She frowned but replied politely. "Coming out now."

"Your clothes are by the door. Get them yourself."

His footsteps faded away.

Vivian sighed in relief and stood up, opening the door.

Outside lay a brand new light blue gown, its tags already removed.