Chapter Seventy-Seven
The maids set down a steaming bowl of soup before Zaire. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply at the heavenly aroma. His stomach rumbled louder and he decided he did not want to wait anymore.
He picked up his spoon and prepared to attack the bowl of soup when his phone rang, its shrill sound echoing round the vast dining room.
Zaire frowned down at the ringing cellphone, and Maria mirrored his expressions. She was eagerly waiting for the young master to take his first taste of the soup so she can know if he likes it.
Of course, he'd like it. Zaire never refused or rejected her meals unless he was ill, like that last time. But Maria always looked forward to his praise.
Zaire paused with the spoon in the bowl and he stared at the caller ID.
It was Liam.
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