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.

with you, Maverick Wright?

as if he was looking

the color–green? You’re acting all arrogant now that Treyton is your backer, huh?

color green? What

inward grumble, Gwendolyn did not speak

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

the heck? Did he purposefully make a trip here to interrogate

This is utterly

me, and I was tired of putting effort into maintaining this marriage one–sidedly. It has nothing to

is indeed wonderful! He’s more patient, more

is how you used to belittle

chin upward violently, he thundered. “Are you provoking me on purpose? You want me to

now?”

equally livid.

that my matters are none of your business anymore!

Wright, I repeat, get out

not

I can’t talk nicely to you, huh? Okay, I’ll have to pull out my trump card,

swiftly struck out at him, intending to take him down using

not expect him to move faster than her.

Gwendolyn was stunned by Maverick’s

a flash, he had single–handedly grabbed both her hands, raised them, and pressed them against the roof of her

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

“Maverick Wright!”

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