Chapter 53 - So Narcissistic

Chapter 53: Chapter 51 So NarcissisticSuddenly, he took a deep breath, placed the cup on the kitchen counter, turned around, and walked away.

When he reached the sliding door, he stopped again, turned around, glanced at the glass door and the large kitchen cabinet against the wall.

Then, he turned back, switched off the lights, and left the kitchen entirely, not even taking any bread.

Actually, the moment he entered the kitchen, he saw Maya Spencer.

Although she was hiding behind the kitchen cabinet, the glass door by the backyard reflected her silhouette perfectly.

Later, when she secretly changed positions, he also noticed; the opposite cabinet was casting her shadow.

Before this moment, Liam Spencer always thought Maya was playing mind games with him, intentionally distancing herself to pique his curiosity and appetite.

But from her reaction in the kitchen, it seemed she was genuinely avoiding him, and truly didn’t want to see him.

When he first entered the kitchen, he thought she would seize the opportunity of this chance meeting to act coy, admit her mistake, and say she was all befuddled on her birthday.

Isn’t that just her specialty? In the Spencer Family, others thought Maya was aloof, but Liam knew how good she was at being charming and womanly, and that kind of allure, once tasted, is unforgettable.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, once Maya was sure the man had gone far, she quietly got up from the ground, picked up her food placed aside, tiptoed out of the kitchen, and headed towards her room.

She thought Liam hadn’t noticed her, thought he had gone upstairs, but didn’t realize that after she left the kitchen, there were eyes sharper than a hawk’s watching her from behind a column in the living room.

Not until Maya closed her room door did the man take a deep breath, walk towards the second floor, and return to his room.

Upon returning to his room, he grabbed the phone from the desk and dialed Xavier Graham’s number, asking him to notify Lucas Shaw, along with Christopher Scott and Hudson Moore, to join for drinks.

In the private room of the bar, Liam Spencer arrived last. The group saw him and exclaimed in surprise.

"Yo! Who is this guy? Are you really our Third Young Master? I thought Grandpa swallowed you whole!" Christopher Scott said.

"Indeed, the big boss of the Owen Clan Group, and you’re becoming the headmaster! Liam, did you take the wrong medicine!"

The few of them bantered back and forth, souring Liam so much that he couldn’t be bothered to respond. Today he was simply irritable, wanting to distract himself by looking at these degenerate bunch. Unfortunately, Asher was away on a business trip.

"It’s hard for us to gather, I’ve prepared some surprises!" Christopher Scott loved frequenting bars, especially with his buddies, choosing beautiful women together.

After speaking, he clapped his hands, and the surveillance door of the private room opened automatically, flooding in an array of bikini-clad beauties, making the group laugh and cry.

Lucas Shaw took a deep breath and said, "Fifth Master Scott, this time you’ve outdone yourself!"

"Of course, the Third Young Master is drinking tonight. How could I not give it my all? Go ahead, take your pick; we have two more batches getting ready to ensure surprises."

"Number 2, I like the number 2, and also number 12, and 22," Lucas Shaw said unabashedly.

"Second Master Shaw, can you handle it?" Hudson Moore glanced at Lucas Shaw, coldly taunting, because Lucas had picked the number 12, which Moore had eyed.

"Nonsense, I’m someone you mere mortals can’t envy."

"Sixth Young Master, choose me! Choose me! Choose me!" Among the crowd, a sweetly alluring woman waved her hand at Hudson Moore, trying to get closer.

Seeing the eye-burning scene before him, the image of Maya Spencer unexpectedly floated in Liam’s mind. Wasn’t he out drinking to forget her? Yet he’s thinking of her face again, truly bewildering.

"Third Young Master isn’t interested?" Christopher Scott looked at Liam’s sour face and felt a bit of frustration.

"Are there any others?" Liam asked.

"Oh! Oh! Extraordinary! Is the Third Young Master planning to return to the common crowd?" Liam’s response shocked the group.

In the past, in such venues, he would only look but never participate. Today, it felt like the sun was rising in the west.

So, Christopher Scott hastily clapped his hands and called out, "Ladies, all come in, today the Third Young Master will pick your cards."

As soon as Christopher finished speaking, a hundred high-quality beauties poured into the private room, dazzling to the extent even the abstinent Xavier Graham couldn’t remain composed, sitting beside and secretly chuckling, thinking about Christopher.

On the sofa, Liam took a deep breath, spread his arms, and leaned back, studying the swarm of women before him.

Among these girls, there were seductive, pure, mature, mixed-blood, silly-cute ones, you name it. Yet, none caught his eye.

He glanced at the first row of girls, shook his head. Christopher Scott hurriedly waved his hand, dismissing the first row, bringing up the second row.

After several rounds, the number of girls in the private room halved, yet Liam hadn’t found one he fancied.

Christopher Scott was out of options, helplessly asking, "Third Young Master, what kind do you really like, give me a definite answer! This is too hard to serve!"

Listening to Christopher’s query, Liam turned his head and said, "Looks cold, but actually really flirtatious, not very skilled but makes people very comfortable."

"You’re talking about yourself, aren’t you? Secretly smug type! Liam, couldn’t imagine you’re so narcissistic, damn it." Christopher Scott couldn’t help but tease.

Hearing Christopher’s evaluation, Liam’s face turned even sourer; is he really that type?

Christopher saw Liam’s face changing, immediately put on a smiling face and said, "Just kidding, just kidding, there’s more behind, take your time choosing, take your time choosing."

Until after choosing from two hundred beauties, Liam picked one with a pure face that secretly exuded allure; importantly, she didn’t wear makeup, dressed simply, and appeared rather pleasing.

"Number 199, you’re the one, tonight you’re with the Third Young Master, serve him well."

"Thank you, Fifth Master Scott, thank you, Third Young Master." The girl bowed in gratitude, resembling someone somewhat familiar.

"Third Young Master, Daisy it’s her first time out, still unopened! Third Young Master, take good care." Dammit, even the name is the same, could it be any more coincidental?

Hearing the girl named Daisy, Liam suddenly felt an urge to return her, but ultimately didn’t, settled on her.

So, in the private room, the handsome guys were surrounded by beauties, the scene was extremely enticing, everyone was incredibly cheerful, with singing, dancing, the fun was indescribable, but someone still wore a sour face nonetheless.