As soon as Liam Spencer finished speaking, Maya Spencer held her breath.
The man looked at her pitiful expression, raised his right hand, pinched her face, and ordered, "Wipe away those tears."
Maya Spencer listened to his command, and her crying stopped imdiately. However, she felt extrely aggrieved; she couldn’t stop her tears, so she desperately held them back, making no sound.
The girl’s submissive endurance made Liam Spencer particularly irritable. He looked at the lingering tears on her face, took a deep breath, and once again pointed outside the door, saying, "Get out!"
Seeing Liam Spencer’s inexorable stance, and seeing how he ignored her pleas, Maya Spencer bit her lower lip, raised her right hand, wiped her tears, and said, "Fine, I’ll leave! I’m leaving!"
In the office, Liam Spencer watched the girl’s departing back with extre agitation, kicked the chair beside him, clasped his hands on his waist, and paced back and forth in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Every ti he thought of Maya Spencer’s tear-streaked face because of Lillian Morris, he felt like he had swallowed sothing bitter, uncomfortable from head to toe.
In the car, Maya Spencer thought about Liam Spencer’s hatred and her revenge on Lillian Morris, and tears simply wouldn’t stop.
She’d never felt this intense guilt before, wishing she could give her life to Liam Spencer to calm him down.
At the sa ti, she wondered if her death was the only way to remove Liam Spencer’s grudge, to get him to let Lillian Morris go.
When she returned to the villa dispiritedly, Sister Taylor hurried over with an invitation in hand to report, "Miss, Spencer Family’s eldest daughter just had soone deliver this card. She’s celebrating her birthday this Saturday, and asks you to please attend."
Maya Spencer listened to Sister Taylor’s report, glanced at the invitation she handed over, weakly raised her right hand, took it, but didn’t open it imdiately.
Sister Taylor looked at Maya Spencer’s unhappy expression and cautiously asked, "Miss, have you encountered sothing these days? Why are you staying at ho all the ti and not going to work?"
"I’m fine!" Maya Spencer lied. She didn’t want to ntion her feelings for Lillian Morris to anyone.
Sister Taylor observed Maya Spencer’s lost and dazed look and could easily tell she’d run into trouble.
But since Maya Spencer wasn’t speaking up, Sister Taylor didn’t force it. Instead, she exchanged glances with a little maid nearby, signaling them to keep a close watch on Maya Spencer at all tis to make sure nothing went wrong.
Maya Spencer’s condition wasn’t great to begin with; if anything truly happened, her life would be aningless.
The little maid, catching Sister Taylor’s hint, imdiately took a vacuum cleaner upstairs, staying constantly before Maya Spencer, watching her closely.
At night, Sister Taylor stayed in her room, keeping busy until Maya Spencer went to sleep before leaving. She even secretly installed surveillance in Maya Spencer’s bedroom, taking shifts with other maids to guard Maya Spencer while she slept. Even when Maya rose to use the bathroom, they stealthily crept into her study to check the activity inside.
However, all of Sister Taylor’s actions were seen by Maya Spencer. To avoid worrying her, she pretended not to see, not exposing her.
This supervised life persisted until Saturday, Sister Jane Spencer’s birthday, when Sister Taylor finally removed the surveillance from her room.
At four in the afternoon, Sister Taylor tiptoed into Maya Spencer’s bedroom, gently patting her awake from a nap, saying, "Miss, ti to get up. The young master just called to remind you to attend tonight’s birthday banquet."
Maya Spencer listened to Sister Taylor’s voice, rubbed her eyes, and lazily asked, "What ti is it?"
"It’s four o’clock, ti to get up and prepare."
"Mm!" Maya Spencer lazily nodded and sat up from the bed. Seeing her compliance, Sister Taylor stopped watching her.
On the big bed, Maya Spencer rubbed her dizzy head, grabbed the phone next to her, and imdiately flipped to the financial news. In the afternoon, Morris Clan Group’s stocks had hit another low.
She calculated, and in this week alone, Morris Clan Group’s assets had evaporated by tens of billions, not to ntion project losses.
She didn’t know how long Lillian Morris could hold out at this rate, or how long Morris Clan Group could last, and Liam Spencer, that bastard, how long would he play this ga? Did he really have to push Lillian Morris to a dead end? He was Jane Spencer’s husband, her brother-in-law.
This ti, Sister Jane Spencer’s birthday banquet was grand, presumably also an opportunity to win people’s hearts, trying to recoup Morris Clan Group’s losses.
But if Liam Spencer, that bastard, wouldn’t relent, did Lillian Morris stand a chance to turn things around?
Thinking of these headache-inducing issues, Maya Spencer sighed deeply, thinking that by now, there should be a resolution; after tonight, see what Liam Spencer would do.
At six-thirty in the evening, Maya Spencer appeared at the birthday banquet in a yellow over-the-knee dress.
Due to her beauty and charming attire, her appearance imdiately beca the focus of everyone, and naturally, her single status added to her being a center of attention.
As Liam Spencer’s fiancée, publicly referred to as his wife, why hadn’t she arrived with Liam Spencer?
Facing the astonished gazes from everyone, Maya Spencer calmly accepted them all, quietly choosing a secluded spot to sit.
"Sister-in-law, long ti no see!" Shortly after she sat down, Elia Spencer suddenly appeared before her, greeted with an especially charming and flirtatious "Sister-in-law."
Maya Spencer looked at the woman before her indifferently, rolled her eyes, and continued playing with her phone.
However, her heart was filled with questions; she wondered why Liam Spencer, the petty person he was, would easily let Elia Spencer off? Had his wounds healed? Had his scars faded? How had he released her so quickly? She felt uneasy.
Beside her, Elia Spencer saw Maya Spencer’s white-eyed look, and sat down next to her, saying, "What’s wrong? Doesn’t Sister-in-law find my appearance surprising? Did you really think I’d rot in jail forever? Let tell you, it was Brother who personally withdrew the lawsuit, seems like your place in his heart isn’t so special after all!"
"So what? Do you want to sue you again and have you back in there?" Even though Liam Spencer was no longer beside Maya, she was, after all, Miss Hanson, not yet reduced to being scolded by this little slut.
Elia Spencer heard Maya Spencer’s threat, her face changed suddenly, she stood up from the sofa with a sneer, "Maya, indulge yourself now! I’d like to see how long Hanson Clan will stay prosperous, how long you can stay prosperous!"
"Get lost! I don’t want to see you." Hearing Elia Spencer babbling, Maya was too lazy to deal with her, didn’t want to waste emotions quarreling with her. Just because she’d been released from jail didn’t an she’d gotten away with it. If she wanted to put her back inside, there were plenty of ways, as if she could do nothing without Liam Spencer—what a joke.
Elia Spencer heard Maya Spencer’s "get lost," and looking at her disdainful expression, she was so furious she gritted her teeth but had to leave, as she couldn’t provoke Miss Hanson.
Monts later, when Maya Spencer changed position in her ga, she saw Elia Spencer mixed with Lydia Jones.
Instinctively, she understood everything; Elia Spencer’s supporter was Lydia Jones, who whispered sweet nothings to Liam Spencer, getting Elia Spencer released.
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