Chapter 1141

As soon as Maeve's words left her lips, Paul bolted upstairs while yelling, "Sabrina! You little brat! You're dead if you dare call Dad!" As the commotion unfolded, Maeve finally set her knife and fork down. She had initially feared Samuel was just playing dumb, but now it was clear that the man before her wasn't him at all. Paul was hopelessly naïve and easily manipulated—definitely not someone capable of devising any clever schemes. This was a relief. An unknown message chimed on Maeve's phone. She glanced down to find a brief message asking to meet at the airport in an hour. Though it was just a few short sentences, Maeve immediately recognized Joanna's distinctive style. On the second floor, Liam walked out, looking irritated. "Maeve! Can you please keep your people under control? Ask them to stop shouting in my house!" Maeve looked up and noticed the weariness etched across Liam's face. He had likely spent the entire day sorting through the information for each business in