"You're joking… right?" His words were slow, deliberate, as if giving Liam one last chance to say that this was all just some terrible misunderstanding.
"This isn't funny," he added, his voice dropping slightly. "That Hundred and Fifty million wasn't pocket change—it was my blood and sweat."
His nails dug into his palms. But still no mention of Lily in this but balanty saying 'his' hard earned money.
"You'd better not be playing games with me."
Liam, however, remained completely composed. He showed no fear. No guilt. Not even concern. It was as if he was merely stating facts, as if none of this was a big deal at all.
"Mr. Ethan," Liam said slowly, his tone carrying an almost lazy indifference. "There are a lot of people watching right now."
He gestured slightly to the audience, where hundreds of eyes were glued to them, the atmosphere so thick with tension that it felt like the air itself had turned heavy.
