Chapter 57

Emily Davis lowered her voice suddenly.

"Could Vice President Isabella have found out about the boss giving you a ride in his car last time? Manager Hannah is definitely her person."

Vivian Bennett's fingers trembled.

Isabella Sullivan?

She had just run into that smiling gaze moments ago, fleeing from Liam Sullivan's private lounge.

What lay hidden beneath that smile was something she dared not dwell on.

"But Vice President Sullivan is famously good-tempered..." Emily hesitated.

"Everyone in the company says she's gentle and approachable."

Vivian silently organized the files.

Who could truly say what was concealed behind that gentle mask.

By eight PM, she was the only one left working late in the Public Relations department.

Pale fluorescent light glowed on the desktop.

She rubbed her sore neck and headed toward the break room.

In the darkness, she unexpectedly bumped into the corner of a desk.

Sharp pain instantly shot through her lower back.

She gripped the edge of the desk, gasping for breath, tears welling in the corners of her eyes.

"Why are you always so clumsy?"

A deep voice sounded from behind her.

Vivian whirled around.

Liam Sullivan stood in the shadows, dressed in a tailored suit, his posture tall and imposing.

The dim light outlined his sharp, defined features.

"Mr. Sullivan?" Her eyes widened in disbelief.

He stepped closer, the sound of his dress shoes echoing in the empty office.

He was supposed to be at the family estate for dinner.

Yet he had told his driver to turn the car around and return to the company.

Even he thought it was absurd when the elevator stopped on the Public Relations floor.

But seeing her working alone overtime, he found he couldn't just walk away.

"See a ghost?" He raised an eyebrow.

Vivian bit her lip and shook her head.

The pain in her lower back made her tremble, each breath sending a fresh jolt of agony.

Liam suddenly leaned in close.

His warm breath brushed against her ear.

"What's wrong?"