Liam's expression darkened to a sickly shade of iron. He jerked his chin at his bodyguards.
*Boom.*
The main doors slammed shut.
A dozen men in black suits sealed off the exit.
Liam shoved Evelyn aside and advanced on me, teeth grinding. "You think you can just leave? Explain yourself. Whose bastard is this?"
A trembling finger jabbed toward the child, eyes venomous. "Here to scam me? I don't mind verifying it right here and making you disappear for good this time."
In the auction house's VIP lounge.
A dozen burly men ringed the boy and me, leaving no room for escape.
Liam sprawled across the sofa, legs crossed, radiating arrogance. He twisted the signet ring on his finger, his glare gloomy and sharp.
"Speak, Nora."
A document slammed onto the coffee table—a private detective's report from five years ago.
"Who did you sleep with to get that fifty million? Or did you sell your body to get it?"
Every word was designed to draw blood.
Evelyn cradled a cup of tea, eyes rimmed red, looking delicate and pitiful.
"Sister, don't be angry with Liam. Just tell us who the father is, and the Farley family will give you some money."