You could hear a pin drop in the office. Liam was wearing a gold watch on his lean hands, holding a platinum business card. It had his private number on it.

Zoe took it from him gingerly. She stared at him for some time before asking softly, “Why would you help me, Liam? I thought you’d take Mason’s side.”

He didn’t answer her. Instead, he leaned back on his chair and smoked the cigar wordlessly. Truth be told, he didn’t have a good reason for doing this. If he had to find a reason, then perha