The Stand-In Who Burned the Script novel Chapter 410

Liam stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes swarming with dark intensity.

He didn't say a word.

Before Silas had fully claimed Vivian, Liam could freely boast about stealing her away and overtly act on it.

But now that Silas had explicitly drawn the line with 'She is my wife,' any desires Liam harbored had to be violently suffocated in his chest.

She is my wife!

You don't cross boundaries with another man's wife.

Silas drove on, the overcast sky reflecting in his pitch-black eyes, making them look even more dangerous and unfathomable. "There are millions of women in the world, and you have plenty of options. Fixating on Vivian will only bring you misery."

Liam closed his eyes briefly. "If letting go were that easy, you wouldn't be calling me right now."

Silas chuckled darkly. "So you're saying you insist on going to war with me?"

"Why shouldn't I?"

"You've got some nerve."

"..."

"Listen to me, Liam. Vivian has the freedom to stray; that's her prerogative as a woman. I can't chain her heart down. She can fall for whoever she wants—but it will never be you. Because if it is..."

"What?"

"Otherwise, I'll bury you both."

He hung up.

"..." Standing in his doorway, Liam stared blankly at the jacket in his hand. He turned around, hurled the jacket violently onto the couch, and collapsed backward onto the bed.

Meanwhile.

Silas slammed on the gas and arrived at the hospital in record time. He stepped out of the car.

Walking through the lobby, he spotted a severely irritating face plastered on a promotional billboard. His brows furrowed as he remembered Jonah Granger was an affiliated doctor here. A doctor... what a noble profession. Having that title almost masked the stench of his rotten personality.

He shot a text to Simon.

[Add one more to the list: Jonah Granger.]

Grace bit her lip, entirely unable to argue.

Silas's frown deepened. He didn't bother listening to the rest of their conversation, turning on his heel and leaving.

It wasn't the Giffords.

Then who the hell was it?

The moment he got back in the car, Simon called. "Boss, I found something. Marcus Vaughan flew into Northside last night. Half a month ago, he applied for a private flight path from Northside to Bayport. Based on the schedule... he's already airborne."

Intercepting the plane was impossible now.

"Got it. Book me a flight to Bayport."

"Right away."

Silas hung up and tore out of the parking lot, speeding back to the office.

As he parked his car, another text from Simon popped up on his screen. Tonight was Old Mr. Vaughan's seventieth birthday banquet in Bayport. It was a massive event; every major player in the city would be in attendance.