Chapter 152

To Celeste, Liam had never been just some brainless rich kid, not like the image he showed to everyone else. Neglected by his parents? Sure. But she was convinced he'd been the first in the entire Shaw family to suspect she had changed-maybe even before Ethan did. "Oh? Something amusing?" Celeste tightened her grip on her chopsticks. Even though she was a little on edge, her expression stayed perfectly calm. "I'd love to hear what that guy-who tried to kill me with April-had to say that was so entertaining. Or wait, is he planning round two now?" "He said... you're Isabella." The air froze for a heartbeat. Then Celeste actually laughed, face full of disbelief. "How much did he drink?" Liam stared at her for a few seconds, then chuckled too, though there was something complicated in his smile. "Not much. Just a bottle of whiskey." "Guess Oliver can't really hold his liquor," Celeste replied, her tone dry. "But what I don't get is, Grandpa's already cut ties with the Larson family-so why