Sophia's face instantly went pale.
Gripping the armrest of the couch, she rose slowly, her movements soft and delicate, her eyes filled with helplessness as she looked at Liam.
"Liam, don't be mad, okay?" Her voice was sweet and gentle, trying to please him. "This was Mr. Grant's idea. I'm just doing what he told me—bringing you some documents."
She looked as pitiful as ever, the kind of appearance that would make any man feel protective.
But Liam wasn't just any man. He'd stopped falling for her tricks a long time ago.
He couldn't even be bothered to hear her out.
Seeing her stalling and unwilling to leave, his patience ran out. He grabbed her by the arm like one would grab a kitten and tossed her out the door.
Bang!
He slammed it shut without hesitation.
Then he walked over to the coffee table, picked up his phone, and dialed Augustus Grant.
As soon as the call connected, he cut straight to the point. "Did you send Sophia over here?"
