CHAPTER SEVENTY ONE
Liam was beyond furious and even still, he had to smile at the cameras while standing next to the rather elegant and striking Mary of York. He’d sensed this dinner was just more than formality and his fears had been confirmed when the Queen insisted on it being in a restaurant. He would have been okay with it if his mother didn’t cross boundaries and a reporter disguised as a waitress in the restaurant. He had been on his wait from the washrooms, when he overheard talking to someone one the other end, asking them if they’d gotten the Photos of him and Mary. Furious, he’d demanded to see her phone and all those photos taken out of context, were very suggestive of Mary and him. He’d demanded she delete them but he was certain there would be a story by tomorrow either. Th
