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.

to free herself, she

wrong with you, Maverick Wright? Have you

were riveted to her. It was as if he

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

green? What kind of color

Gwendolyn did not speak

me to divorce you because of him, but it looks like he’s not treating you any better.” Maverick’s eyes

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

with Treyton? This

wrong. We divorced because you didn’t love me, and I was tired of putting effort into maintaining this marriage

continuing in a provocative tone, “Mr. Harris is indeed wonderful! He’s more patient, more outstanding, and more handsome than

is how you used to belittle

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

now?”

Gwendolyn was equally livid.

that my matters are none of your business anymore! What right does

Wright, I repeat, get out of

did not budge one

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

swiftly struck out at him, intending to

not expect him to move faster than

was stunned

her hands, raised them, and pressed them

her, rendering it impossible for her to free herself from his

“Maverick Wright!”

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