Chapter 810

The problem now wasn't just a few bruises. If Zion saw Maeve's bruises and bleeding wounds, he'd come storming into Laventon with a Gatling gun, ready to tear everything apart. "Let's get straight to the point," Maeve said. "What's going on between Sergio and Zion?" "Sergio? You mean Sergio from the Brooks Group?" Wilfred asked. "Yes!" Wilfred looked puzzled. "I haven't heard anything. Why are you asking about him, Ms. Scott?" "If nothing is going on, then why did Sergio suddenly ask to meet me at the Larson Group casino tomorrow?" Maeve pressed. Wilfred's confusion only deepened. Seeing his blank reaction, Maeve realized he wouldn't have the answers she needed. She frowned and said, "The Larson family is dangerous. It's fortunate that Mr. Whitmore, whom you met earlier, is dead. If they recognize you, Liam won't let you leave unharmed." "I'm just here to treat your wounds," Wilfred replied, "These cuts got wet, and if they're not properly cleaned and dressed, they mig