At the Smith Estate, two security guards escorted Maeve into the living room, their grip tight on her shoulders. Upon seeing her, Zion dismissed the guards with a wave of his hand and shot up from the sofa. "Kneel!"
Maeve rubbed her sore arms, a cold smile playing on her lips. "Kneel? You're not dead yet, old man. Why are you in such a hurry for me to kneel?"
She had just returned to her grandmother's, changed out of her wedding gown, and removed her makeup, ready to visit her grandmother at the hospital when these two guards had abducted her.
She hadn't resisted. This debt, she would settle with Zion sooner or later.
Smack! Zion's hand landed harshly on Maeve's face.
"You! You vicious little wretch! How dare you play me! Show me the marriage certificate! Whose identity did you us
