Chapter 752

Alan's hand was caught tightly in Liam's grip, the faint sound of his bones cracking filling the air. "Please, Mr. Larson! Spare me!" Alan begged, his face turning ghostly pale as his voice trembled with fear. Liam's expression darkened, and his grip remained firm. A moment later, a loud crack echoed through the room. Alan's hand was broken. He fell to the ground, clutching his injured hand and howling in pain. Wesley quickly signaled for security to escort him away. Maeve leaned casually against the piano with her chin resting in her palm. "Mr. Larson, what are you doing? What if you've just ruined my long-term meal ticket?" she asked. Liam's eyes narrowed dangerously at her words. "Looking for a long-term meal ticket, are you? Fine, I'll make sure you find one." With that, he pulled her to her feet. Still trying to process what was happening, Maeve found herself pushed into a crowd of men. "Go on, pick one. See if anyone is willing to take you home." Liam's voice