Chapter 1860

Liam's actions and words infuriated Zana. She desperately wanted to cut him into a million pieces to vent his anger.

Unfortunately, her hands were broken, and Liam held them. All she could was glare furiously and bellow, "Bastard! None of you men from Biskeland are good! I'm going to kill you, you pervert!"

Liam frowned, grabbed her hand, and threw her forward, pinning her against the wall of the yacht.

Zana was wearing a strappy top, so the back of her waist was exposed. On top of that, Liam was bare-chested and was wearing a pair of shorts. And both of them were pressing against each other in such an intimacy.

Zana could even sense the warmth coming from Liam's skin. Being in such an intimate position, and with a stranger at that, made Zana's cheeks burn.

"You bastard! Let me go! Asshole! I must kill you, you pervert!"

Zana struggled with all her might, trying to break herself free from Liam's arms. Such intimate contact made her feel incredibly furious and embarrassed.

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