Liam and Vanessa exchanged a silent look, their gazes locking in mutual recognition. They knew. Arthur had bought the serum. Their confirmation came from what they just heard.
Liam carefully peeped through the narrow gap between the wardrobe and the wall. Light filtered in from the bedroom, showing Arthur stepping inside, followed by three women dressed in outfits that left little to the imagination. Their clothing clung to them as if painted on—lace panties, straps barely around their waists, heels that made their legs look endless. Their tops were halter bras or braless mesh, exposing the lower halves of their breasts. Some straps had slipped loose. They moved like vixens on display—half-dressed, provocative, seductive. That's how they wanted him to see them.
Liam's muscles tensed. He didn't move a millimeter. Vanessa crouched behind him, her breathing shallow. She pointed forward when Arthur reached the center of the room and stood still—pausing as though savoring the moment.
