Chapter 1285

A loud crash echoed through Liam's room once again. Maeve paused in her steps. As she opened the door, she found Liam sprawled on the bed. His complexion was noticeably better than the day before, and his expression had returned to normal. He wore a black button-up pajama shirt, and a dart was lodged firmly into the television screen, which had shattered under the impact. "You don't seem to be in the best mood, Mr. Larson," Maeve said. Liam shot her a fleeting glance before turning his gaze away. "Was making me feel like I was on the brink of death Zion's idea?" "Yes." "Have you guys caught the person behind this yet?" "Not yet." "Larson Group has been taken from me," Liam's voice turned even colder. "Zion really lives up to my expectations." "He did it to protect you," Maeve replied. "You must have noticed that the person pulling the strings wants you dead. They want to reclaim control of Larson Group because they believe you're no longer under their influence. "If you