Chapter 97

Isabella Sullivan’s gaze drifted subtly toward Vivian Bennett before she turned to Liam Sullivan as if nothing had happened.

Her voice was dripping with sweetness. “Brother, who is this?”

Liam’s thin lips parted.

Vivian cut him off. “Mr. Sullivan, I am Vivian Bennett, an employee of Sullivan Group. This is my grandmother.”

Her tone was calm and detached, as if stating the most ordinary fact.

The guarded look in Isabella’s eyes softened slightly, her lips curving into a reserved smile.

Liam’s expression darkened abruptly, the air around him turning icy and oppressive.

Isabella put on an obedient act, addressing the grandmother with a sweet and innocent smile.

Grandma Margaret praised her for her outstanding appearance.

Vivian kept her eyes downcast, sitting upright, but she could clearly feel the scorching gaze from across the car.

That gaze felt tangible, sweeping over her skin inch by inch, carrying unmistakable anger.

She clenched her fingertips, forcing herself to remain calm.

But the gaze was too intense, almost burning through her.

She truly couldn’t understand what she had done to anger him.

Was it because she introduced herself before he could?

Did he actually want her to confess to Isabella that she was his three-month girlfriend?

Given his ambiguous relationship with Isabella, how could Isabella possibly tolerate her?

The car fell into dead silence, the air stagnant and suffocating.

Isabella sensed something unusual.

Her brother had always been cold and distant toward women. When had he ever shown such overt emotion?

Right now, he was clearly angry, and the target was this woman named Vivian Bennett.

There was definitely something going on between them.

She had thought that with Vivian’s background, she wouldn’t even catch her brother’s eye.

But now it seemed her brother cared about her.

Isabella re-examined Vivian.

Her clothes were plain, without a single piece of jewelry.

Only her face and figure were somewhat eye-catching.

Had her brother been bewitched by this temptress?

A trace of coldness flashed in Isabella’s eyes as she quietly took a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet.

She skillfully filled four glasses and handed them out one by one.

Grandma Margaret declined due to illness, and Vivian thanked her on her behalf.

Isabella smiled brightly, but her eyes were nailed to Vivian’s face. “Miss Bennett, this is a collected wine I brought back from a French vineyard. You probably haven’t tasted such fine wine before. Have a few more glasses. After all, ordinary people rarely get the chance to enjoy...”

Her tone was gentle, but every word carried a sharp sting.

She was clearly scorning Vivian for her lowly status, unworthy of climbing into high society.

Liam watched coldly from the sidelines without saying a word to stop her.

Isabella felt secretly pleased.

Her brother’s consent of her behaviors showed he had no true feelings for this woman.