Chapter 631

Liam Sullivan suddenly burst into loud laughter, the sound dripping with undisguised mockery.

He glanced sideways at her, a cold, sharp curve lifting the corner of his mouth.

"Vivian Bennett, you are truly arrogant," he said, his voice laced with scorn.

"How dare you be so certain I will lose to you?"

"This confidence of yours is utterly laughable."

Vivian's expression remained calm, but her eyes seemed to frost over with a thin layer of ice.

"Because you still love me," she stated flatly.

"Love is your weakness."

Liam's breath hitched.

His gaze sharpened instantly, cutting into her face like a blade.

His voice dropped, each word enunciated with heavy emphasis.

"I, Liam Sullivan, will never be defeated by you."

Never.

To lose would mean losing her completely.

Therefore, no matter what, he could not lose.

However, the moment her declaration of war left her lips, Vivian found herself facing her first major obstacle.

The island was picturesque, a pleasant place to stay.

But she had to return to the mainland to execute her plans.

Now, even leaving had become a luxury beyond her reach.

She stood on the island's sole helicopter landing pad.

She watched as Liam, dressed in pilot gear, walked casually toward the sleek white helicopter.

Two black-clad bodyguards stood before her like immovable walls, blocking her path.

Vivian's pupils constricted.

A surge of anger rose in her chest.

She raised her voice, shouting at his retreating back.

"Liam Sullivan! What is the meaning of this? I need to go back too!"

Liam had just taken the keys from a security personnel.

He turned his head at her call.

He flashed her a brilliant yet utterly malicious smile.

"Go back? Of course you can."

"But since you so confidently declared you would win against me, why should I help you win against myself?"

He paused, the glee in his tone almost overflowing.

"Darling wife, if you want to go back, figure it out yourself."

With that, he stopped looking at her.

He deftly put on his flight helmet and bent to climb into the cockpit.

Vivian's fingertips trembled with fury.

Trapped on this island, her plans were impossible to execute.

How could she talk of revenge?

She had been too impulsive.

She should have waited until he took her back before declaring war.

Now, he had her by the throat.

When this man chose to be shameless, he always followed through.

He would truly leave her stranded here.

"Then give me back my phone!" She suppressed her anger, trying to negotiate.

"Where is my phone? Give it back!"

If he wouldn't take her, at least let her contact Sophia Miller to send a helicopter for her.

Liam had already started the engine.

The rotor blades began to roar.

Through the cockpit window, he raised an eyebrow at her, his smile wicked.

"Sorry, I didn't bring your phone with me."

"And now, it seems I have no obligation to fetch it for you either."

His voice came through the noisy din, fragmented but crystal clear.

"The scenery here is lovely. Enjoy your vacation."

"Think hard about how to leave."

"I'll come see you tonight."

"I hope you'll have figured out a way by then."

"Liam Sullivan! You bastard!" Vivian's furious shout was swallowed by the deafening roar.

The white helicopter lifted slowly into the air.

It flew away from the island, growing smaller and smaller.

It eventually became a tiny white speck on the horizon before vanishing completely.

Vivian stood rooted to the spot.

The sea breeze lifted her long hair, but it couldn't disperse the anxiety in her heart.

She took a deep breath and turned to walk back to the luxurious beachfront villa.

In the living room, she summoned the butler.

"Prepare a speedboat for me," she said, her voice icy and commanding.

"One with enough horsepower to make it back to the mainland."

The butler stood with his hands respectfully clasped.

His words, however, chilled her to the core.

"Young Madam, the Young Master has given orders."

"All speedboats on the island are locked."

"No one is to use them without his explicit command."

He paused, then added.

"Furthermore, the range of these small speedboats is insufficient to get you back to land."

"And you... do not seem to possess the qualifications to operate one."

Vivian's fingers tightened on the back of a chair, her knuckles turning white.

Excellent.

Liam had blocked every possible escape route.

He was clearly forbidding her from using any of the island's resources.

She fell silent for a moment, her eyes sweeping across the living room.

Suddenly, her gaze fixed on the golden vintage telephone on the coffee table.

A glimmer of light flashed in her eyes.

She walked over quickly, picked up the receiver, and rapidly dialed a number with her fingertip.