Chapter 1144

Liam glanced at his phone—it was Matteo calling. "See? I told you. Less than 20 minutes, and I'd have the guy in hand." He answered the call and demanded, "As soon as you catch him, bring him straight to me. Don't waste time calling." "Mr. Larson, we didn't catch him." "What? Then why are you calling?" "We couldn't get him, but we found out who the guy that ran away is." "Who?" Liam's eyes turned malice, and his mood soured when Matteo gave him a name. "Mr. Larson, I thought you said you'd catch him. Where is he?" Maeve could tell from his expression things hadn't gone as planned. Liam hung up the phone and cleared his throat. "We didn't catch him—yet. But we will. You go on ahead. Park the car in the garage." With that, he tossed the car keys to Maeve. "Wait—me? Park it?" she asked. Before she could say anything more, a black sedan rolled up to the curb. "Mr. Larson, Mr. Glover sent me to pick you up," the driver opened the door with a respectful nod. Liam gave a short gr