Open your eyes and look carefully. Ethan and I are already married. Mrs. Foster's voice turned shrill. You actually married this mute?
Are you slapping the Foster family in the face? Fine, Aliza. You've got guts. Liam pointed at me defiantly. You think sharing the godfather's name makes you the godfather?
Liam pulled out his phone and dialed a number in a rage. Hey, Uncle Cole, it's Liam. Liam, that Sinclair debt, you don't need to extend it for my father's sake anymore. Bring your men to the Sinclair villa right away.
After hanging up, Liam tossed his phone onto the coffee table, leaned back on the sofa, and crossed his legs. He lit a cigarette with lazy composure as if every outcome was firmly within his grasp. Uncle and Auntie Sinclair, your Sinclair family owes 3.2 billion.
Guess how they'll deal with you? Originally, if Elaine and I got married, we'd be one family. But now, let this mute go talk to Uncle Cole. I wrote a line with a gentle look.
Don't worry, it'll be fine. Elena's expression seemed to soften a little. Can't get a single word out. What kind of man is that? Moments later, a sharp doorbell cut through the silence.
Liam's Uncle Cole had arrived.