Chapter 729

Maeve jolted awake in the pitch-black room. The silence was suffocating as if she were utterly alone. "What do you think Zion's face will look like when he finds out I've captured you?" Liam's voice echoed in her mind, sending a chill down her spine. Reality crashed in. She threw off the covers but was immediately hit with a wave of dizziness. What had Liam injected her with on the plane? Why was she so weak? Suddenly, the lights flickered on, revealing the room's opulent décor. It was spacious, done in a lavish antique Baroque style—elegant yet suffocating. Massive portraits loomed from the walls, and their gazes added to the oppressive atmosphere. "Ms. Scott, Mr. Larson asked me to help you change." Maeve's gaze snapped to the door where a housekeeper stood. The voice was unmistakably familiar—Tessa, the very person Maeve had trusted with crucial evidence. It was unreal. "It's you?" Maeve's voice was weak, laced with disbelief. When Liam had taken her to Yewridge, she'd le