Chapter 697

Inside the luxurious suite.

The floor-to-ceiling windows of the master bedroom reflected the dazzling night view outside, enveloping the entire room in an atmosphere of romance and elegance.

The starlight of Provence seemed to favor this place especially, its scattered glimmers intertwining with the opulent indoor lighting, making the bedroom resemble a brilliant yet secretive dream.

The moment Liam Sullivan set Vivian Bennett down, she immediately turned and rushed towards the door.

Her fingers had just touched the doorknob when the bedroom door clicked and automatically locked.

She froze in place, her back pressed tightly against the cold door panel, looking in terror at the man approaching step by step.

"Who are you? What do you want?" Vivian's voice trembled. The light fell on Liam, outlining his cold, ruthless profile.

"You really don't know me?" Liam casually tossed aside the remote control and walked towards her, like a leopard locking onto its prey.

Vivian pressed her lips together, her hands hanging at her sides clenched into tight fists, nails digging deep into her palms.

She tried to use the pain to suppress the panic inside her.

"You really don't know me?" Liam asked again, his tone carrying an undeniable arrogance and domineering air.

"Sir, I beg you, please let me go, okay?" Vivian raised her tear-filled eyes, crystal tears tracing down her cheeks. "I really don't know you."

At this moment, she appeared fragile and helpless, as if pleading for a shred of mercy from the man before her.

"How is that possible?" Liam's pupils constricted sharply, his voice cold as if from the depths of hell. "You are clearly Vivian Bennett, and you're still pretending?"

The temperature in the room seemed to plummet to freezing in an instant.

"I haven't..." Vivian began to protest, but her right hand was seized roughly by Liam.

"You are clearly Vivian Bennett, and you dare to keep pretending?" Liam gripped her wrist, the force so great it felt like he might crush her bones.

He couldn't bear that she dared to say she didn't know him!

"I really don't know what you're talking about..." Vivian could only repeat this sentence, her mind racing but unable to think of any way to escape.

She had originally thought that by pretending not to know him, he would let her go.

But now it seemed she was wrong.

"You don't know?" Liam's face turned livid, his large hand clamping down on her shoulder like an iron vise.

The next second, the sound of tearing fabric was particularly jarring in the bedroom.

"Ah—If you keep doing this, I'll call the police!" Vivian struggled desperately, but couldn't budge his restraint in the slightest, only able to scream.

"This mole is still here." Liam's gaze locked onto the familiar red mole on her chest, his voice low and hoarse. "Vivian Bennett, you still dare to say you don't know me?"

He was doing this just to confirm her identity.

Her name was Vivian Bennett. She had that mole. So why wouldn't she admit it?

"I really don't know you..." Vivian's breathing grew slightly ragged, but her mind was still frantically searching for a way out.

Liam didn't speak. His cold eyes narrowed slightly as he scrutinized her, not missing any subtle change in her expression.

His gaze inadvertently swept over her exposed skin, the hint of curves making his eyes darken abruptly.

An intense, urgent desire surged within him.

He wanted her.

Right now.