Chapter 733

"Get in!" Matteo shoved Maeve into Liam's bedroom. Maeve reeked of red wine. Her hair was drenched, and wine was still dripping from her clothes. Liam stepped out of the bathroom wearing a white robe, his hair still wet. Maeve quickly noticed the scars crisscrossing his body—the same ones she'd seen on Zion. Liam caught her staring and glanced down at his exposed chest. "Want me to strip down further for a better look?" Realizing she'd been caught, Maeve quickly looked away. "No need. There's nothing worth looking at." Liam scoffed as he eyed the disheveled Maeve from head to toe. "Quite the spectacle. You just destroyed millions' worth of wine. What's the plan, Maeve? Are you pissing me off so I'll kill you quicker?" "I'm not in a rush to die." "Then why wreck my wine cellar? Did you lose your mind?" Liam was genuinely pissed, and it showed. He leaned back on the couch. "Alright, let's hear it. How are you going to make this right?" "Millions in wine? Come on, Mr. Larson, you