Chapter 1119

"Fine, let's go. Honestly, I don't believe Liam can do anything to Zion," Maeve said. Having someone cover the expenses was far more practical than recovering in a hospital. "Tell Mr. Larson that we got the message. He should send a car to pick us up," Maeve instructed. "The car's already waiting outside, Ms. Scott. Mr. Larson was certain you would agree, so he had it all arranged ahead of time." "Your Mr. Larson really thinks of everything, doesn't he?" "He can't afford not to," the bodyguard replied, knowing how often Liam had come up short with Maeve. Soon, Maeve helped Zion get out of the hospital bed. A few of Liam's white-coated men quickly moved to assist with eager expressions. "Ms. Scott, let us help!" they said in unison. But as they reached out to support Zion, he shot them a cold glare, and they recoiled with awkward smiles. Maeve had no choice but to help Zion out of the room by herself. "Why turn down free help?" "I don't like people touching me." "Fair enough.