Chapter 181: The Mask Slips
Back inside the manor, the tension had returned—but this time, it wasn’t from Marc.
Liam sat on the couch, fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles had turned bone white. His jaw was locked, his eyes fixed on the carpet in front of him as if it had just insulted him.
Lauren sat beside him, arms crossed, her gaze heavy on his face. She hadn’t said anything since she’d finished explaining the true purpose behind Marc’s behavior—that the entire exchange had been a baited snare, and Liam had been the real target all along.
And just like she’d feared during the conversation... he’d almost stepped right into it.
She sighed softly, shaking her head.
Liam stood as a paragon of charisma and charm, embodying the ideal of a leader in every sense.
Towering and strikingly handsome, his robust physique was complemented by a composed demeanor that commanded attention wherever he went.
His ascension through the ranks of the Guild in Australia was nothing short of extraordinary, marked by rapid success and unwavering determination, without the support of his father.
His deep, piercing red eyes seemed to see beyond the surface, reflecting a profound intensity that captivated those around him.
With a natural authority and magnetic presence, he drew people to him, forging alliances and inspiring loyalty. Women were enchanted by his good looks and charm, while men admired his strength and capability. Elders, too, looked upon him with respect and admiration, often praising his wisdom and insight.
Liam was more than just a figurehead; he was a beacon of hope and ambition, a man who seamlessly blended elegance and resolve.