Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby novel Chapter 337

Liam stood outside, one hand casually tucked in his pocket. He was leaning down slightly, a roguish grin on his face as he peered through the window, though the smile didn't quite reach his cool, calculating eyes.

Linton pressed his lips into a thin line, his handsome face hardening with displeasure. He lowered the window, his voice clipped and cold. "What is it?"

Liam licked his lips, raising an eyebrow. His tone was casual but carried a pointed weight. "Was it you who found Logan and brought him back to the Grayson family?"

Linton's tongue was as sharp as ever. "What do you think?" he retorted sarcastically. "Did he just magically reappear? Are you hoping Santa Claus dropped him off early this year?"

Liam let out a short, sharp laugh. "Someone's in a foul mood. Who pissed in your cereal?"

Then again, he thought, the man's default setting was 'venomous.' "No wonder Liliana doesn't want you, Cooper," Liam said, a mockingly innocent look in his eyes. "Not with a mouth like that."

Linton just scoffed.

Liam wasn't in the mood to trade barbs all day. He straightened up, shoving both hands in his pockets, his lazy, rebellious demeanor giving way to something more serious. "Regardless, thanks for finding Logan." He continued, "I know you've got a civil war brewing in the Cooper family. Damian Cooper is trying to wrestle back control of Crownport's business world from you, and he's been making plenty of moves in the shadows. He's sent quite a few assassins after you these past few days, hasn't he?"

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