Chapter 930

Vivian Laurent's plane touched down at M International Airport.

She immediately called Fiona Grandelle after exiting the terminal.

"Remember our agreement." Vivian kept her voice low. "Not a single word until the time is right."

Fiona repeatedly promised to keep her lips sealed.

Vivian glanced around. The air in M country carried an unfamiliar scent. Despite having lived here for some time, she never felt as comfortable as she did in Canada.

She went straight upstairs to rest upon returning to the villa. The maid who attended her left to buy ingredients for dinner.

The maid had just reached the supermarket entrance when a shadowy figure cornered her in an alley.

An icy gun barrel pressed against her temple.

"Don't make a sound." Liam Valdemar's voice sounded like it came from hell.

The maid's legs gave out, nearly collapsing to her knees.

"Take...take my wallet..." She trembled as she pulled out all her cash.

Liam let out a cold laugh. "I don't want money."

"Then...what do you want?" Her voice quivered with fear.

"I ask. You answer. Lie to me, and..." The click of the gun's safety being released echoed sharply in the silent alley.

The maid nodded frantically.

"Is Vivian Laurent staying at the villa?"

"Y-yes..."

"Why did she suddenly come to M country?"

"I don't know...I just cook meals..." Tears streamed down her face.

Liam narrowed his eyes, pressing the gun harder.

"Last chance."

The maid broke down sobbing. "Miss Laurent is pregnant...here for prenatal care...that's all I know..."

Liam's hand jerked violently.

"Pregnant?"

His voice rose sharply, eyes flashing with chilling fury.

"How many months?"

"S-six or seven..." The maid cowered.

Liam's knuckles turned white. Six or seven months meant only one thing.

Ethan Roscente's child.

The thought gnawed at his sanity like a venomous snake. He'd given so much, yet never even touched Vivian. And that man had gotten her pregnant.

Rage and jealousy churned in his chest. Liam slammed his fist into the wall, blood oozing from his split knuckles.

"Get out."

The maid scrambled away in terror.

Liam stood motionless, his expression dark and dangerous. He pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

"Prepare the jet. I'm returning to Canada."

After hanging up, he stared toward the villa, a cruel smirk twisting his lips.

"Ethan Roscente...you're a dead man."