Chapter 1173

Meanwhile, Liam was inside a private room at the restaurant. He glanced at his watch—9:15 pm. Over an hour had passed, and there was still no word on how things were going at the banquet. "Mr. Larson, with you and Ms. Scott backing Hugh, I'm sure his future will be bright! Let me offer you another toast!" Travis beamed with joy, but Liam wasn't in the mood for his rambling. His patience was running thin. The ringtone broke through the conversation. Liam looked down at his phone, noticing an unknown number. But the second he saw it, he knew exactly who it was. He picked up immediately, and Zion's voice rang with urgency. "There's a trap at Regal Hotel! Get your people in there—now!" "What?" Liam's gaze turned cold, and the atmosphere in the room seemed to freeze with it. Travis was still clueless and asked, "Mr. Larson, is everything alright?" Before Travis could react, Liam's hand shot out and clamped around his throat. Even his eyes had turned dark with menace. "So, old man