Chapter 749

Even after the performance ended, Liam hadn't touched a single key. The manager was anxious that the crowd might notice something was off and quickly had the security disperse them. Maeve glanced at Liam and asked, "Mr. Larson, did I meet your expectations?" Liam had originally demanded a thousand spectators, but the crowd in the square easily exceeded that number. He stared at Maeve for a moment, making her shift uncomfortably under his gaze. She frowned and repeated, "Mr. Larson?" Liam snapped out of his thoughts, stood, and said coolly, "You did... well enough." Well enough? She'd clearly surpassed his expectations. "You know how to stir up attention, use people when necessary—it seems there's more to you than just a little cleverness." "Of course." "That wasn't a compliment." Maeve fell silent. Liam turned to the manager. "Get her into something more appropriate and bring her to me." "Yes, Mr. Larson." "Wait, so I'm not going to be a dealer anymore?" Maeve frowned. Sh