Chapter 1595

A twisted smirk crept across Torsten's menacing face as he watched Liam stride toward him, utterly dismissive of the threat. "Ha!" He scoffed with icy derision. "So you're Liam, the leech living off his wife, the doormat son-in-law?"

Liam's gaze snapped to Celena, bound to a chair, her coat discarded at her feet. Her once smooth arms were marked with angry red lines from the ropes, some spots bleeding from the harsh bindings.

Liam's eyes blazed with a fierce, crimson fury, his stare drilling into Torsten as if it could ignite the very air with the intensity of his wrath.

His fists crackled ominously as he clenched them tight, and with a venomous snarl, he bellowed, "Lay a finger on my wife, and you're a dead man!!"

Torsten's response was a derisive, mocking laugh, his face twisted in scorn as he looked down his nose at Liam. "Really? You're quite the cocky one, aren't you? Bold enough to storm into this hotel solo. I'll give you this—you've got guts."

As they spoke, Torsten casual