Chapter 492
Damn Liam Sullivan!
Why did she have such a dream?
Vivian Bennett sat up in bed, a fine layer of cold sweat on her forehead.
She had fallen asleep on the sofa in Liam Sullivan's office earlier.
Ryan Johnson had driven her home when she woke up.
It was so late now, and Liam hadn't even called once.
She picked up her phone and walked out to the balcony.
The city had quieted down, with only the occasional car passing by.
Vivian leaned against the railing, her fingers tracing the screen.
She dialed his number.
The dial tone echoed.
Each ring hammered against her heartbeat.
She didn't understand why she felt so nervous.
It was like the first flutter of a crush.
Just as she thought no one would answer, the call connected.
"Hello?"
It wasn't the deep, magnetic male voice she expected.
Instead, it was a soft, delicate female voice.
It sounded slightly nervous.
Young and unfamiliar.
Vivian's first thought was that she had dialed the wrong number.
She hung up and redialed.
It was the same voice.
In the middle of the night.
Liam Sullivan's phone was in the hands of a young woman.
After the misunderstanding with Isabella Sullivan, she told herself to stay calm.
Her fingertips tapped lightly on the railing.
"May I ask who this is?"
The girl's voice was shy.
"You're looking for Mr. Sullivan? He... he's taking a shower. Should I have him call you back when he's done?"
Vivian's eyes turned cold instantly.
"Showering? Who are you?" Her voice sharpened abruptly.
She fired off a series of questions.
She didn't want to believe Liam would betray her.
But even if it was his secretary or assistant, they shouldn't be in his room this late at night.
Didn't they know about boundaries?
"I... I'm his new woman."
Vivian let out a cold laugh.
"Impossible. Have him call me back when he's done."
She ended the call herself.
She stuffed the phone back into her pocket.
Her hands gripped the railing tightly.
Even though she trusted him.
She knew he wouldn't do anything to hurt her.
But the thought of him being with another woman late at night.
It still made her chest feel tight.
If the situation were reversed, and she was with another man.
And let that man answer his call.
He would probably go insane.
Inside the hotel suite.
Liam Sullivan stepped out of the bathroom.
His robe was loosely tied.
His wet hair clung to his forehead.
Water droplets trailed down his sharp features.
They disappeared into his firm chest.
Crystal Evans twisted her fingers nervously.
Her cheeks were flushed.
"Mr. Sullivan, a woman called just now."
Liam picked up his phone and glanced at it.
He didn't call back.
Crystal bit her lip.
"Was that your girlfriend? Will she misunderstand?"
Liam didn't answer.
He took out his checkbook from his briefcase.
He signed one and handed it to her.
"Do you want this?"
Crystal's eyes lit up when she saw the amount.
She couldn't help but swallow.
"I... I want it."
Everyone in this line of work was in it for the money.
When you encountered bad clients.
The lightest punishment was whipping and torture.
The worst was contracting a disease and losing your life.