Chapter 88

Liam Sullivan tapped his fingers lightly on the desk.

His voice was deep as he ordered, "Order two portions."

His secretary was momentarily stunned.

She didn't dare ask any questions.

She nodded respectfully and withdrew.

Liam sat back in his leather chair.

He dialed Vivian Bennett's number again.

He had originally intended to invite her to lunch.

Unexpectedly, Emily Davis was the one who answered again.

"Is she still not back?" Liam's voice was low.

It carried an unquestionable authority.

"No..." Emily's voice was uneasy. "It's so strange. She should have been back long ago... Could something have happened?"

The word "happened" made Liam's eyes darken instantly.

What kind of accident could happen while fetching coffee beans?

Unless someone had planned this—

He stood up abruptly.

He strode out of his office.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Sullivan!"

The cafeteria staff bowed hurriedly upon seeing the CEO appear unexpectedly.

Liam's voice was cold. "Where is Vivian Bennett?"

An employee's eyes darted nervously. "Who?"

Liam's gaze was sharp as a blade. "Vivian Bennett. Where is she?"

Cold sweat broke out on the employee's forehead.

He braced himself and said, "I... I don't know..."

A cold glint flashed in Liam's eyes. "Do I need to review the security footage?"

The employee trembled from head to toe.

His face instantly turned ashen.

How could he have forgotten about the surveillance cameras.

He might have been able to bluff his way through with anyone else.

But this was Liam Sullivan.

The entire group belonged to him.

"I remember now!" the employee quickly changed his tune. "The new lady from Public Relations, Miss Bennett, right? The coffee beans ran out earlier. She went to the warehouse to get some herself..."

Liam turned and rushed toward the warehouse.

The basement warehouse.

Vivian was curled up in a corner.

Her sobs had become hoarse.

The darkness swallowed her like a tidal wave.

She was terrified of the dark.

Ever since her mother passed away, abuse from her father and stepmother became routine.

As a young child, she was often locked in a dark storage room.

Those painful memories were carved deep into her bones.

"Daddy... save me..." She whimpered helplessly.

It was as if she had become that trembling little girl again.

But William White never appeared.

He allowed her stepmother's torment to grow increasingly cruel.

She thought growing up would allow her to escape all this.

She believed independent living would free her from the nightmares.

But when darkness fell, she realized she had never truly left that storage room.