Chapter 939

"So, you never relapsed after all. You and Maeve set me up. You two were just waiting for me to walk right into your trap?" Liam asked. "Mr. Larson, credit where it's due—when you're sharp, you're really sharp." It was a shame that it was not very often. Maeve smiled faintly. "Mr. Larson, tell me—do you think you still have the upper hand here?" Liam was seething. He was too furious even to respond. Maeve then acted as if a sudden realization hit her and added with mock innocence, "Oh, right. Maybe I shouldn't bother asking you." She turned to Zion with a wide grin. "Let's go, darling." "Of course," Zion said as he stepped beside her. One of Zion's men pressed a knife to Tessa's throat, forcing her to stumble along behind them. Her face was drained of color when she said weakly, "Mr. Larson..." However, Liam didn't spare her a glance. He let Zion's men take her without a second thought. When Tessa realized Liam didn't care about her safety, her face grew even more ashen. Li