CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

James Smith struck down the glass table with a wooden stick, but that wasn't enough to keep him calm. He walked over to the flower vase and smashed it on the floor. As he did all of this, Liam stood behind, jerking at the sound of everything that broke.

There was no way he could utter a word in this situation until James was calm.

James suddenly turned around to face Liam. His eyeballs were big and swollen, and a few bruises were on the back of his hands.

"How the hell did those damn photos get off the internet Liam?"

"I have no idea, but we're looking into it."

"It couldn't just vanish. I'm sure Anna's working with someone very powerful, someone who's helping her get away from me."

James took a deep breath in,

"Sir, your grandfather will be here in a few minutes," Liam announced with a shaky voice as his grip tightened on the case he was holding. He had to prevent James from getting angry so he wouldn't get hit at any time. When James heard this, he tucked his hand into his pocket to