Chapter 758

"Yes, Mr. Larson," Matteo replied. Liam strode purposefully toward Maeve and, without a word, seized her arm. Maeve winced in pain and shot him a glare. "What are you doing?" "What am I doing? I should be the one asking you that," Liam countered coldly. "Maeve, do you have a death wish? How dare you follow anyone in the casino?" Maeve shrugged nonchalantly. "Mr. Larson, weren't you indifferent about me? I'm sure you wouldn't care much about whom I follow." "You—!" Liam's frustration tightened his chest, and he struggled to contain his anger. Maeve's defiant expression only spurred his desire to reprimand her, but he forced himself to stay calm. "Matteo, take her back." "Yes, sir." Matteo moved to stand in front of Maeve, his tone frosty as he said, "Ms. Scott, let's go." Maeve began to walk away, but Liam called out sharply, "Hold on." "Mr. Larson, do you have any further instructions?" she asked with a hint of sarcasm. "Where's the man who left with you?" Liam demande