Chapter 631

Liam was so close that his gray eyes reflected a chilling smile. "Are you scared of me?" "Scared of you? Dream on!" With considerable strength, Maeve quickly broke free from Liam's grip. She then slapped Liam hard across the face to vent all her anger and resentment in one swift motion. This bastard had treated her like prey and played a twisted game of cat and mouse. "Mr. Larson!" Julian's face went pale. The slap left one side of Liam's face red and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. He wiped it off nonchalantly and looked at the smear on his hand. "In all these years, you're the first to make me bleed." Maeve's voice was dripping with sarcasm. "Really? I can make you bleed again if you want." Liam stood up and looked at Maeve sprawled on the ground with keen interest. He gestured, and two men stepped forward to pin Maeve's arms down. "Such pretty hands. It's a shame..." Liam drew a small knife from his belt. "What do you say if I cut off your hands and sent one