This time, Liam Spencer couldn't stay calm.
He hadn't had the chance to push her away,
when Maya Spencer, who was leaning on him, blushed so hard her cheeks could drip blood.
She quickly sat on his lap, reaching for the backpack on his chest.
"I didn't mean it."
"You didn't mean it." Hearing Liam's sarcasm, the flush faded from Maya's face, leaving only anger.
She spoke and then reached out to push Liam, the man felt her resistance, tightly gripping her wrists, pinning her small hands harshly onto the floor, causing Maya to frown in pain.
At this moment, however, there was no mockery or anger on his face, but his eyes were so fierce it was terrifying, as if he wanted to devour her.
He looked into her eyes, quickly raising her pinned hands and slammed them down again, angrily asking, "Tell me, did Grandpa send you here, what are your schemes?"
