Chapter 690

"Vivian Bennett—"

Liam Sullivan threw open the car door, his voice a ragged cry that tore through the sea wind.

He rushed down from the road, reaching out to grab her.

His fingertips only brushed against a fluttering piece of fabric.

That slender figure plummeted like a kite with its string cut, straight down toward the deep sea below the cliff.

He watched helplessly as she grew smaller and smaller, finally swallowed by the churning waves.

When someone is determined to die, no one can stop them.

From such a height, the chance of survival was almost nonexistent.

The sensation of tearing fabric still lingered in his palm.

The words she spoke before she jumped echoed relentlessly in his ears—

"It's impossible for us."

So she had planned this all along.

Seizing this chance to leave him completely.

The sea wind howled. A deathly silence surrounded him.

No screech of brakes. No cries. Only the dull thud of waves crashing against the rocks.

Liam stood at the cliff's edge, looking down at the fathomless dark water below.

His eyes were bloodshot, veins starkly visible.

Pain.

Heart-rending, gut-wrenching pain.

For the first time, he understood what true heartbreak felt like.

He couldn't lose her.

He absolutely would not allow it.

"Boss…"

Ryan Johnson stumbled out of the car, his face pale.

He had witnessed the entire scene of Vivian's jump.

"Organize a search and rescue team immediately." Liam's voice was as rough as sandpaper. "Turn this entire stretch of sea inside out. Find her. I want to see her alive, or I want to see her body!"

He clenched his fists, the veins on the back of his hands bulging.

Every drop of blood in his body roared.

One week later.

The villa living room.

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting dappled patterns on the floor.

Liam stood rigidly at the foot of the stairs, his large hand gripping the banister with crushing force.

His knuckles were white.

"Boss."

Ryan walked in quickly, his expression grave.

"Any news?" Liam's voice was terribly hoarse.

"Miss Bennett's… body… has not been found yet." Ryan lowered his head, his tone tense.

"Keep looking." Liam's profile was hard, his jaw tight, a chilling light in his eyes.

"It's been a week. The chances of survival from a fall at that location are practically zero. And the water is so deep, the body might have already…" Ryan forced himself to continue.

"I said keep looking!" Liam whipped his head around, his gaze sharp as a blade piercing Ryan.

"Yes, sir." Ryan dared not say another word.

He knew Liam too well.

At a time like this, one extra word could ignite a thunderous rage.

Another week passed.

Vivian was still missing.

Liam did not publicly announce her death. He only said she had gone abroad for rest and recuperation.

In the dead of night, he stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, staring at the dark expanse of sea.

Vivian Bennett.

Were you so desperate to escape me?

Even at the cost of your own life, you were willing?

The sound of the distant waves drifted in, like sighs.