Chapter 652

Maeve bit her lip and pulled the jacket tighter around herself. "I... I can't get dressed," she murmured. Liam smirked coldly. "What? A single whip strike and you're unable to move?" Maeve shot him an exasperated glare. "My arm is dislocated!" she snapped. Liam paused, taken aback for a moment. He moved closer, lifting the jacket draped over her shoulders. She instinctively covered her chest with one arm. "What are you doing!" she demanded. "Don't move," Liam ordered, his voice stern, his brow furrowed. Reluctantly, Maeve stayed still as Liam carefully lifted her right arm, immediately noticing the dislocation. Without lifting his gaze, he asked, "How did this happen?" "Who else but Mr. Hartman, your trusted aide?" Maeve replied with a hint of sarcasm. "He's holding a grudge because I reported him to you. He deliberately dislocated my arm, tried to assault Tessa, and even threatened to throw her into the sea if she didn't comply. "When I stood up for her, he tur