Chapter 1124

"There's only one takeout place open at this hour. It's probably because of the cold that the soup has gone lukewarm. Fish chowder that's cold tends to have a fishy taste," Matteo replied. Liam's face twisted in distaste. "Throw it out and file a complaint." "Understood, Mr. Larson," Matteo replied. He quietly picked up the bowl of fish chowder and tipped it into the trash bag. Liam glanced irritably at the documents sprawled across the table and muttered, "It's astonishing that a pampered scion who wouldn't know how to boil water can actually make soup." Suddenly, Liam recalled Maeve—this woman was not just a pretty face. She could cook, play the piano, dance, and manipulate people with ease. From their first encounter nearly a year ago to now, he had kidnapped Maeve more times than he could count, yet he had never managed to come out ahead. Instead, he found himself at a disadvantage and losing more than he gained. And for reasons he couldn't quite grasp, he seemed to be fall