Chapter 967 You Cheated?
The man crossed his arms and looked at Mary with interest.
"I'm in a good mood today. Maybe I can help you out."
"Really?" Mary's eyes lit up, and she leaned in closer, whispering, "Can you answer a question for me first... Do you know anyone from the Morrison family? Do they live here?"
The man chuckled, his gaze deep and unreadable as it fell on her.
After a moment, he spoke softly.
"Yeah."
"I'm the second son of the Morrison family, Liam."
Mary couldn't believe her luck, running into the second son of the Morrison family right away!
"That's awesome! Actually... I'm a journalist."
She could tell this man wasn't easily fooled.
But since she had already met him, she didn't want to waste the opportunity and wanted to find clues for Sarah quickly.
"Our newspaper is planning a feature on the Morrison family, so I came to see if I could dig up some... tidbits about the heir, Bob."
Liam's eyes froze for a moment at the mention of Bob's name.
It was fleeting.
But Mary, who had been watching him closely, noticed it and felt a glimmer of hope. She cautiously asked, "Can I take a few minutes of your time to ask you some questions?"
Liam's lips curled into a smile, a hint of mischief in his expression.
"What do you want to know about Bob?"
"Well..." Mary felt a bit nervous as she brought up the topic, licking her lips before continuing, "I heard Mr. Morrison recently adopted a child from a branch family, and now she's the beloved princess of the Morrison family. And Mr. Morrison moved to the Capital City. It seems like there's a lot of juicy stuff behind such a big move! We're a financial magazine, but we can't compete with the big players, so we're trying to find some different angles to get some buzz."
She deliberately acted naive, revealing her intentions as if she trusted the second son of the Morrison family completely.
Liam's gaze lingered on the sparkle in her eyes and then on her lips, which looked tempting after being licked.
What would it be like to kiss those lips?
His eyes darkened, and without thinking, he said, "This is a Morrison family matter, of course, I know."
"Then... can you help me, Mr. Morrison?"
"I can." A glint flashed in Liam's eyes, "But this isn't the place to talk. How about we find somewhere quieter?"
Mary smiled gratefully at him, "Sure! Thank you, Mr. Morrison!"
She followed Liam to his car, and they arrived at a quiet bar.
"Since we're here, why not chat over a drink?"
"Um..."
Mary wasn't much of a drinker, but she had to rely on Liam now, so she braced herself, "You can drink if you want, but I'm not good with alcohol... I can't keep up with you."
Not good with alcohol?
Perfect.
Liam chuckled, found a relatively secluded spot, and called the waiter to order drinks.
"By the way, I haven't asked your name yet, Miss Journalist?"
Mary felt a strange sensation when he said, "Miss Journalist."
"My last name is Smith."
She sat stiffly, "Mr. Morrison, can we start now?"
"What's the rush?"
Liam leisurely took the drinks from the waiter, poured two glasses, "Since you're here, relax a bit, listen to some music, have a drink, let's be friends, okay?"
Mary's smile was a bit forced, her eyes darting around the bar, "Um... but I need to get back to the office later, and you must be busy too. I don't want to waste your time."
The bar wasn't big, and it was the afternoon, so there weren't many people around. A girl was playing the piano on stage, and the environment was fairly quiet.
"Making friends isn't a waste of time. Meeting is fate."
Liam raised his glass and clinked it with hers.
"Drink, let's chat."
With the conversation at this point, and Liam already downing his drink, not drinking would be rude.
Mary reluctantly picked up her glass and mimicked him, drinking it in one gulp.
She thought that would be it, and they could get to business.
However, the Morrison family heir didn't play by the rules, occasionally revealing bits and pieces, stating that a young woman in their branch had recently given birth but didn't want to raise the child.
But he wouldn't say more, and Mary couldn't be sure if it were true. She needed evidence.
She was thinking about how to get Liam to say more, while Liam was eyeing Mary's figure.
Neither noticed a man watching them from a distance—
It was John, the head of Mu's company in Capital City, who had accidentally spilled water while talking to Timothy last time, almost being mistaken by Mary as a male model hired by Timothy.
He didn't expect to run into the girl who seemed to have a close relationship with Mu's eldest son here in Marshall City.
But that man...
He didn't appear to be a good person.
John raised an eyebrow thoughtfully, then took out his phone and sent Timothy a voice message.
"Bro, if you don't come, your girl is going to be taken away."
He added an address.
Mary didn't know she had met an acquaintance, and unknowingly drank a lot of alcohol. She wasn't good with alcohol and didn't drink often, so the feeling hit her hard and fast, making her dizzy.
"Miss Smith, are you drunk?"
"Mm..."
"How about we go somewhere else to rest and chat?"
Mary shook her head, looking at the swaying man in front of her, frowning, "You said a lot of useless things. Where are you trying to take me?"
Her voice was weak, sounding like she was whining.
A surge of desire rose in Liam's heart, his gaze growing hotter, "Didn't we agree to be friends? As friends, I'll tell you everything, but first..."
He leaned close to her ear, "Come with me."
Mary shivered, her big eyes innocent and confused.
Her mind was a mess, unclear about the situation, and she remembered that her purpose with Liam was to find out about the child.
So now... should she go with him?
Liam saw her naive expression, his smile growing more brazen, and he grabbed her hand, leading her out of the bar.
Before they reached the door, a stern-looking man walked in.
As they passed, he grabbed Mary's arm.
"Where are you going?"
His deep voice was chilling, making the back of her neck tingle.
Mary looked at him in a daze, feeling incredulous, "You..."
"Who are you!" Liam interrupted her, arrogantly, "Why are you grabbing my girlfriend?! You looking for trouble?"
He was in a hurry, and this man suddenly appeared, grabbing the woman he was interested in; it was like stepping on his tail.
Timothy coldly smiled, "Girlfriend?"
He looked down at the woman, her face flushed from the alcohol, "Are you cheating on me?"
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