Chapter 673
Liam Sullivan's men withdrew completely by the next morning.
Vivian Bennett's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled back into place.
She knew this peace was only temporary.
Soon, this place would become lively again.
Her preparations were almost complete.
She just needed to wait a little longer with patience.
Then, everything could be completely over.
"Julian, did you get everything I asked you to prepare ready?"
Vivian dialed Julian Klein's number, her voice calm.
"Almost," Julian sighed on the other end of the line. "You've really given me a huge challenge this time. I've never done anything this dangerous before."
Vivian let out a soft sigh of relief.
"Thank you."
"Don't say that," Julian's tone turned serious. "I owe you this. Helping you is what I should do."
After hanging up, Vivian walked to her desk.
She opened her laptop.
After Liam's men left, she had installed several miniature cameras around her apartment.
These devices allowed her to monitor the situation outside at any time.
The surveillance feeds appeared on the screen.
The street at night was quiet.
Occasionally, a few pedestrians hurried past.
Street lamps cast dim, yellowish halos of light.
Vivian stared at the screen for a long time.
Suddenly, a tall figure appeared at the edge of the frame.
The man walked under the moonlight, as if materializing out of thin air.
He wore a stylish hat, its brim pulled low.
His black clothes almost blended into the night.
His face was unclear.
But Vivian's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.
This silhouette felt vaguely familiar to her.
The man walked slowly down the street.
His direction was clear—straight towards her apartment building.
When he reached a certain spot, he suddenly stopped.
Then, he lifted his head.
He smiled faintly, directly towards the camera's direction.
Vivian jolted.
Her face instantly turned pale.
She stared at the screen in disbelief.
How could it be him?
Brandon White.
Why would he appear here?
On the screen, Brandon White was alone.
He hadn't brought any subordinates.
He clearly knew there were surveillance cameras.
Yet he deliberately smiled at the lens.
This man's intuition was always terrifyingly sharp.
But judging by his attire and demeanor.
He didn't seem to be here to cause trouble.
Vivian didn't dare let her guard down.
She immediately retrieved a pistol from a case.
She loaded it with bullets, her movements practiced.
Then she fixed her gaze tightly on the computer screen.
On the feed, Brandon White had already reached the entrance of her apartment building.
He strolled leisurely through the main door.
His posture was relaxed, as if visiting an old friend.
There wasn't a hint of furtiveness.
But Vivian knew he was the greatest danger.
This man was accustomed to treating life as a game.
He enjoyed manipulating others in the palm of his hand.
Even when smiling, he was definitely not a good person.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
A knocking sound came from the door.
It wasn't loud, the rhythm unhurried.
It reflected the leisurely mood of the person knocking.
He hadn't rung the doorbell.
He knocked directly.
The sound was so soft it was almost inaudible.
Vivian's expression darkened.
Was he so certain she was home?
Or had he guessed she was watching the surveillance right now?
Vivian was indeed staring intently at the screen.
The feed showed Brandon White standing right outside her door.
His posture was relaxed, as if merely paying a social visit.
Vivian tightened her grip on the pistol.
The muzzle was aimed at the door.
Her finger rested on the trigger.
She was ready to fire at any moment.
The knocking continued for a while.
Vivian didn't move.
The man outside the door seemed to grow impatient.
A pleasant voice came through the door panel.
It wasn't loud, but it was clear and audible.
"Vivian Bennett, you're becoming more and more impolite."
"Pointing a gun at me is one thing."
"After all, I was once your brother."
"Won't you even let me in to sit down?"
"Armed with a gun and still so timid."
"It seems you haven't made much progress."
Vivian clenched her teeth.
She certainly recognized this voice.
Brandon White.
He was an eccentric.
He was also a ruthless man.
He acted solely on whim.
As long as something amused him.
He was capable of anything.