Chapter 269

Several days passed without Vivian seeing Liam Sullivan.

She breathed a quiet sigh of relief.

Her period had arrived, bringing crippling cramps and a deep chill.

If he had been around, she wouldn't have known how to handle it.

After days of misery, she finally started to feel better.

The moment she recovered, her cousin Grace Harper called.

Grace's voice trembled over the phone, thick with tears.

Vivian's heart clenched. She immediately thought of Mr. Evans, the man who had been harassing her cousin.

She rushed out of her apartment and hailed a taxi.

"To the golf course, hurry!" she urged.

The driver, alarmed by her pale face, sped through the streets.

The car barely stopped before Vivian threw cash at him and ran.

She burst into the clubhouse and grabbed a staff member. "Where's Grace Harper?"

The employee froze. "She's in the VIP private dining room with Mr. Evans..."

Vivian's eyes narrowed. She sprinted toward the room.

She threw the door open.

Mr. Evans had Grace by the wrist, forcing a drink into her mouth.

Grace's clothes were disheveled, her face streaked with tears.

"Vivian!" Grace cried out in shock.

Mr. Evans squinted at the newcomer, a greasy smile spreading across his face. "Well, hello there. Another beauty?"

Vivian suppressed her disgust and forced a smile. "Mr. Evans, I've heard so much about you."

She pulled Grace behind her, shielding her. "My cousin is a married woman. It's not appropriate for her to be drinking with you. Perhaps I could join you instead?"

Mr. Evans stood up and moved closer, his breath reeking of alcohol.

He reached out to touch Vivian's face. "You're much more to my taste..."

Vivian sidestepped his hand, her nails digging into her palms.

She kept her smile in place. "Let my cousin leave first. Then I'll keep you company."

Mr. Evans laughed loudly. "Fine! But..." He suddenly grabbed Vivian's wrist. "You have to drink three shots first!"

Strong whiskey was placed in front of her. Vivian's heart hammered against her ribs.

Grace shook her head frantically, but Vivian shot her a look to stop.

Vivian picked up a glass, her fingers trembling.

Mr. Evans' sweaty hand landed on her shoulder. His breathing grew heavy.