Mason Grant sat on the sofa, silently watching Liam Peyton. After a long moment, he finally spoke. "Wynn, I just want to know one thing. Regarding those reporters from Kingsford on your opening day—did you know about them beforehand?"
"What do you mean? Are you suspecting I arranged for those reporters?" Liam Peyton's brow furrowed slightly.
"No."
Mason Grant looked at Liam Peyton, his phoenix eyes—nearly identical to Leah Sinclair's—filled with a hint of uncertainty. "My parents already looked into it. Those reporters followed you to Riverfall. What I mean is... did you know beforehand that they were going to be waiting for you at the hotel entrance that day?"
Liam Peyton lit a cigarette and spoke slowly. "If you think I knew about it beforehand, do you really believe I would have brought Leah out with me completely unprepared?"
