Novel & Cerita Maxwell's House Of Books

He asked in a friendly tone. The man hesitated once more, his unease evident. "Absolutely not kid. Now get the fuck away from this property before I drag you out." Liam knew he couldn't leave without finding out what was happening at Mr Maxwell's house. Mr Maxwell had given him a piece of paper, asking him for help, and in that piece of paper, he had also included his home address, meaning that he wanted Liam to go to the address and investigate what was going on. So Liam was not going to leave without seeing what was going on.

"And there's one other thing—Mr. Maxwell requested you come alone. No assistants, no team members." I frowned. "That's unusual." "Yes, but his assistant was insistent. Apparently, Mr. Maxwell prefers initial consultations to be one-on-one." "Alright," I agreed reluctantly. "Please arrange a car for Thursday morning. I'll want to review the materials thoroughly before the meeting." After hanging up, I spent a few minutes looking through Maxwell's property information. The estate was impressive—originally built in the 1920s, expanded several times, with spectacular ocean views. The main house alone was over 12,000 square feet, with architectural elements that would be challenging but exciting