Chapter 20 The Provoker and The One Being Provoked

Gwendolyn subconsciously furrowed her brows when she heard that voice.

The instant she looked over her shoulder, she met Maverick’s obsidian eyes,

“May I know why you are here at Angle Corporation’s underground parking lot, Mr. Wright?” she queried.

The man quirked his lips into a half–smile. “I’m here to talk business with Mr. Harris. What’s the matter? Is there a regulation stating that I’m not allowed here?”

His remark evoked a laugh from Gwendolyn.

What sort of weak excuse is that?

“Wright Construction Group’s main line of business is property construction, which is quite unrelated to the entertainment industry, I must say. Unless you are here to promote your property to our company’s artists?”

Undeterred by his presence, she looked Maverick straight in the eye, not bothering to mask the mockery in her gaze.

The look in her eyes annoyed him, and his face hardened instantly. A beat later, he grabbed her shoulders and pushed her backward, pinning her against the car door. With that, Gwendolyn was enveloped in his arms.

“What are you doing?” she demanded, finding herself unable to move as his knees were pressed against her thighs.

This is such an awkward position…

The close–to–zero distance between them and the suggestive atmosphere made Gwendolyn flush involuntarily.

As she struggled to free herself, she gave Maverick a deadly stare.

Maverick Wright? Have you lost

her. It was as if he was looking at his prey which was

this new car of yours? Especially the color–green? You’re acting all arrogant now that Treyton is

What kind of color

Gwendolyn

it looks like he’s not treating you any better.” Maverick’s eyes were filled

purposefully make a trip here to interrogate me because he thought I wanted a divorce to

This is utterly

didn’t love me, and I was tired of putting

tone, “Mr. Harris is indeed wonderful! He’s more patient, more outstanding, and more handsome than you! You can’t even be compared to a strand

how you used to belittle

forehead bulged as he became increasingly furious. Gripping her chin upward violently, he thundered. “Are you provoking me on purpose? You want me

now?”

Gwendolyn was equally livid.

It means that my matters are none

Wright, I repeat, get out of

so, Maverick did not budge

rage. So I can’t talk nicely to you, huh?

out at him, intending to take him

did not expect him to move faster than

stunned

had single–handedly grabbed both her hands, raised

he was way stronger than her, rendering it impossible for her to free herself from his

“Maverick Wright!”

the top of her lungs. Her entire face

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