Chapter 645

"Vivian Bennett, can I ask why you want to do that?" Julian Klein sighed.

Vivian thought of all the past events, and her eyes suddenly turned as cold as ice.

"To be honest, I want to completely destroy her."

Her voice was soft, but every word was clear.

"This woman, I've never had any grudge against her, yet she has harmed me again and again, her methods growing increasingly vicious."

If it were just harming her, perhaps she could still endure it.

But Isabella Sullivan harmed her child.

That was the deepest wound in her heart, one that would never heal.

It was also the root of her desire for revenge, no matter the cost.

"Those photos from the last banquet were her doing. Now she still refuses to stop, pressing step by step, trying to drive me into a corner."

"I can't endure it anymore."

Vivian's voice wasn't agitated, even somewhat calm.

But beneath that calm was grief suppressed to the extreme.

Every word carried a heavy weight, letting others hear the struggle and pain in her heart.

"Brother, only you can help me."

She raised her eyes and looked at Julian Klein.

"If I expose these things to the media myself, given the Sullivan family's influence, they would definitely suppress it, and it would end up coming to nothing. I need the Klein family's influence over the media to blow this matter up, to make it so she can never recover."

She had thought about doing it herself.

But the Sullivan Group was deeply entrenched in media circles. Her strength alone couldn't shake it.

Only by leveraging the Klein family's power could Isabella Sullivan's crimes be exposed to the public.

That bitch could no longer roam free.

"I can help you."

Julian Klein agreed very straightforwardly.

"This is also beneficial for the Klein family. It can deal a heavy blow to the Sullivan family's reputation."

But he paused, still asking the doubt in his heart.

"I know you hate her and want revenge. But you should also understand that once Isabella Sullivan's matter explodes, the Sullivan family will be disgraced and lose face."

"By doing this, you're undermining Liam Sullivan. If he finds out, he might not forgive you."

Vivian heard this and just smiled bitterly.

How could she not know the stakes involved?

Isabella Sullivan was a Sullivan family heiress. If something happened to her, the entire Sullivan Group would be implicated.

Liam Sullivan would hate her for disregarding his position and creating trouble for him.

But so what?

No one was willing to help her get revenge, so she would do it herself.

Even if everyone resented her, it didn't matter.

At least, she could face herself and the child that never got to come into this world.

"It's fine."

Vivian pulled herself together again, her eyes firm.

"I don't need his forgiveness. What I want to do has my own principles. I know he wouldn't agree with me moving against Isabella Sullivan, that's why I'm asking for your help."

"Aren't you afraid he'll really get angry?" Julian Klein was somewhat surprised. "Has something happened between you two?"

Vivian didn't want to talk about it.

"No, we're fine. It's just that some things, I can't endure anymore. Thank you for your help. I hope you can expose this matter as soon as possible."

In the evening, Liam Sullivan returned.

He looked exhausted, with no trace of joy between his brows.

Vivian knew his search plan had hit a setback.

She sneered inwardly.

If she really wanted to hide someone, how could she let him find them easily?

Vivian sat on the balcony, drinking a cup of coffee to refresh herself.

She was too tired, always drowsy, and her ribs ached faintly.

After drinking coffee, the pain seemed to ease a bit.

The winter wind was cold, making her face even paler.

Her hands and feet were icy. Wrapped in her coat, she curled up in the chair, silently watching the night.

She seemed to have sunk into a world no one else could reach.

Liam Sullivan watched her from inside for a long time.

She was just spacing out, her eyes empty, lost in thought.

"Don't stay outside. It's cold. You'll catch a cold."

Seeing her hunching her shoulders, the anger in his heart suddenly couldn't surface. His voice became heavy.

Vivian turned her head and looked at him.

"I didn't think you'd still care about me. I thought you'd come back and vent your anger on me."

"Why would I vent my anger on you?" Liam Sullivan's face was dark.

Vivian smiled slightly, her eyes shifting with a faint trace of sarcasm.

"Because you didn't find her. Weren't you very confident you'd definitely find her? But in the end, you still lost to me."

"Liam Sullivan, am I an opponent worthy of your expectations now?"

Liam Sullivan's chest tightened, looking at her with deep pain.

"I've never considered you an opponent."

Vivian immediately laughed.

She leaned lazily against the chair, her smile superficial, not reaching her eyes.

"Don't say such touching words. My heart is already too cold to be moved. You're just wasting your effort."

"Since you want to block my path, then you are my enemy."

"I am your enemy?" The pain in Liam Sullivan's eyes deepened. "In your heart, is that what you think?"

Vivian nodded.

"Yes, I consider you an enemy. It's you who insists on being my enemy. You can't blame me for being heartless."

"I won't consider you an opponent." Liam Sullivan insisted.

"If you don't consider me an opponent, that's your sorrow." Vivian's expression was blank. "I won't pity you."

Liam Sullivan sighed.

"Vivian, what exactly do you want to do? Tell me."

Vivian smiled and shook her head.

"You'll know soon. A good show is about to begin. A major reversal that will leave everyone feeling thoroughly satisfied."

Liam Sullivan seemed to think of something, his face suddenly turning cold.

"Vivian, don't go too far. Do you want to destroy the feelings between us?"

"Do we still have feelings between us?" Vivian retorted, her tone frighteningly calm. "Liam Sullivan, I stopped having feelings for you long ago. Only you are still foolishly lingering in place, thinking I'll turn back."

"Unfortunately, my neck is already stiff. I won't turn back."

She stood up and walked past him.

Her steps were light, but carried a resolute meaning.

As she passed by him, she stopped, looked at him gently, and whispered softly.

"All that tenderness was fake, all to deceive you."

"Does it hurt? No, you'll hurt even more in the future."

Liam Sullivan's face changed drastically, his lips turning pale.

He looked at her with pain, lowering his head.

But Vivian just smiled slightly, then turned and went upstairs.

Her eyes were very cold, and very still.

Right now, she was exceptionally calm.

She had deliberately provoked Liam Sullivan just now, making him emotionally agitated and pained. So now, what occupied his mind must be her words.

He wouldn't have time to think about other things.

She didn't want him to discover her plan.

If he calmed down, he would slowly figure out her actions.

So, she wanted to unsettle his heart.

Unsettled to the point he couldn't think, unsettled to the point he had no time for anything else.