Karen suspected that Elena had approached her and Liam because she was bothered by their presence together. Karen assumed that Elena must be jealous of their relationship and that her feelings for Liam were the cause. However, Karen's assumption was incorrect; The only feelings Elena had for Liam, seemed to be that of a deep heated hatred for him. As for why she had approached them: it was out of simple curiosity about what they were up to. Along with the Simpsons, Elena was deep in a plot that aimed to deliver the final blow to the Danvers family. Knowing Liam's unpredictable nature, Elena wanted to gauge whether he suspected anything or if he remained oblivious to their scheming. So, she approached them with the intent of trying to read Liam, to see if he was onto them or still in the dark about their plans.Realizing her attempt to make Elena jealous was failing, Karen withdrew her hands from Liam, her irritation growing with Elena's presence. She glared at Elena and demanded, “Wh
Meanwhile at that same time, Mrs. Wolfe made her way through the bustling crowd, her demeanor as self assured and elegant as ever. The yacht's grand hall was abuzz with the energy of mingling guests, but her sharp gaze was fixed on Jeremy, who was standing somewhat apart from the crowd. His usual perfect condition appearance was ruined by noticeable stains, red wine was smeared across his white jacket and a spot of mething darker near his sleeve. The difference between his immaculate outfit and the sudden mess was evident. And she could tell that he must have spilled a drink on himself. However as she got closer, she realized that the stains didn't look normal, as it was not only his jacket that was covered in cocktail stains, infact there were different color stains on his outfit. his shirt and trousers were speckled with a range of hues from the cocktails he had fallen into: bright pinks, deep blues, and even a splash of green.As she approached, Mrs. Wolfe’s curiosity got the bet
The photographer seemed very oblivious that he was being followed as he moved through the quieter areas of the yacht. He glanced around nervously, his earlier confidence replaced by evident anxiety. And the reason he was so anxious was because he was afraid of Liam. Liam had discovered him earlier and almost beat the truth out of him, however luckily he had escaped, and he was now afraid that he might run into him again, and this time he might not be able to escape.Not wanting to gather any attention from the man, Liam kept a safe distance, careful not to alert him. His heart raced with anticipation, hoping that the photographer would lead him to whoever had hired a photographer to take pictures of him in secret.Liam trailed the photographer through various corridors and lounge areas, observing his every move. After stalking the man for almost twenty minutes, Liam noticed that he didn't seem to be going anywhere in particular, he seemed to just be moving around with no purpose. An
As Mrs Wolfe walked away and disappeared from his sight, Liam let out a sigh, remembering what he was doing before she arrived and disturbed him. Also a lingering question was in Liam's mind: what was she even doing on this secluded part of the yacht all alone? It was kind of suspicious, however he didn't want to think too much about it, as he refocused on the reason he was here. He recalled that he was listening in into the photographer’s conversation with the person inside the room, trying to overhear what they were talking about.Liam suspected that the person inside the room talking with the photographer might be the one who had hired him to secretly take photos of him from incriminating angles. Though the motive was still unclear to Liam, if he had to guess, they planned to use those photos for nothing good.The thought bothered Liam, bringing up a sense of restlessness he couldn’t shake. What troubled him most was the potential fallout if those photos ended up in the wrong han
Liam didn't linger too much on his suspicion of Mrs. Wolfe. She didn't seem like the type to get involved in something as dishonest as hiring a photographer to tail him. Her disapproval of him was clear, but that didn’t mean she’d resort to such tactics… or so he convinced himself. Liam flashed a smile at her and Karen, fully letting go of the idea. “Excuse me,” he said, and with that he walked off from them. As he walked off, Mrs. Wolfe watched him closely, her expression unreadable. Karen noticed the way her mother was looking at him with suspicion and displeasure. Karen couldn't help feeling a hint of concern. This was nothing new, her mom didn't like Liam lately, ever since the news of him and Elena came out. Mrs Wolfe used to be very eager for her daughter and Liam to get married, however not anymore. Liam had proved that he wasn't the best person to be with her daughter.“What?” Karen asked, sensing that something was on her mother’s mind, and it had something to do with Lia
The photographer finally came to a stop as he reached the yacht's edge. He looked at the open ocean stretched out before him, he had nowhere to run to, because Liam was blocking his only way out. The man turned back, his face filled with fear as he realized he was cornered. Liam slowed his pace, his eyes cold and calculating as he approached the trapped man. The photographer’s breath came in short, fearful bursts as he pressed himself against the rail, knowing he had nowhere else to run.“Who hired you?” Liam demanded, his voice low and menacing as he stepped closer towards the photographer. This time he finally got him cornered with nowhere to run and Liam was very sure he would get the truth out of him. Finally he would know about who wanted those photos of him and what their intentions were.The photographer didn’t respond to Liam's question immediately as his eyes darted around for any possible escape. Seeing as the photographer wasn't responding, Liam was getting annoyed, plus
Liam stared down at the photographer, still holding him dangerously over the edge of the yacht, the ocean churning ominously below. The man dangled helplessly, his face was pale with terror. Liam’s mind raced with a lot of unanswered questions, trying to make sense of what the photographer had just revealed. He had just learned that it wasn't just one person who had hired the photographer, but two people, a man and a woman. Who could they be? And more importantly, what were their identities? Liam’s thoughts immediately jumped to Elena. She was here at the event, and she was the only one here in the yacht who despised him enough to do something like this, so It would make sense. However it was just a suspicion, Liam wasn’t entirely convinced that it was her. He knew that confronting Elena now wouldn't be wise as he didn’t have enough information to go on. For all he knew ,it could turn out that it wasn't Elena but someone else entirely. And one wrong move could tip off the real culp
Mrs Wolfe and Karen walked down the stairs with hurried steps as they walked over to where Liam was. Liam noticed that Karen had a livid expression across her face as she approached him, and he wondered what was wrong? Why was she so upset? The same thing could be said about her mom, who also shared the same angry look on her face as her daughter.Karen's eyes went wide as she got closer and had a clear view of what was happening. She saw Liam standing by the railing, holding a man over the edge of the yacht. The ocean was churning below, making the scene even more frightening.Liam was gripping the terrified man by the leg. The man’s arms were flailing, and he looked desperately afraid. And it was looking like Liam was about to throw the man down into the ocean before she and her mom had arrived a few seconds later, and she was convinced that Liam would have thrown the poor guy into the ocean. Karen couldn't believe Liam was doing that. “Liam, what the hell are you doing?” Her voice