Chapter 319

Giselle was forcibly taken away by Maverick. Along the way, she struggled several times. Maverick remained silent. He stopped a car, stuffed Giselle into it, and followed in. "Drive!" He ordered the driver, but didn't mention a destination. The driver, perplexed, decided to just start driving. "Maverick, by what right are you taking me away?" In the car, Giselle raised her voice. She seemed very resistant… But Maverick completely ignored her. After driving a while, the driver asked, "Where are you two heading?" "Back the way we came." "Just drive your car!" Both of them spoke at the same time, neither sounding particularly friendly. After some inner struggle, the driver chose to listen to Maverick. And so, the car began to aimlessly circle the city. Giselle was already feeling dizzy, and now because of the lump of air choked in her chest, the alcohol surged up even more. The swirling in her stomach was getting worse. After a few frowns of discomfort, Maverick ordered the car to stop. As soon as the car stopped, Giselle asked for a plastic bag from the driver, ran off, and vomited. She felt awful, her eyes welling with tears after she was done vomiting. Just as she was about to throw the bag into the garbage can, before she could even turn around, a bottle of water was handed to her. The man's hand was slender with clear and prominent knuckles, it was really beautiful! No need to say, it was Maverick's. Giselle didn’t refuse, she took the bottle, and when she twisted the cap, she noticed that it was already loosened. She paused for half a second. She quickly regained her senses and started to rinse her mouth. "Do you always conduct business like this?" Maverick opened his mouth from behind her, his tone a bit heavy. Giselle remained silent. After rinsing her mouth and tightening the cap, she turned around and said, "You saw everything clearly just now; there's no point in asking when you already know the answer." There was not much water left in the bottle, so she casually threw it into the garbage can. Maverick was obviously not satisfied with her attitude. His tone was even heavier than before, coming with a hint of accusation, "This time it's your measurements. Next time, will it be that you allow yourself to be touched and give them a forgiving smile?" Without a doubt, this was a common scenario on the party circuit. Therefore, Maverick can't help but think, Giselle may also have to endure the same experiences. However, why should Maverick, of all people, have the right to question Giselle? Why put on a façade of seeming to care? How ridiculous – Should he so much as furrow his brow at the dinner table, Those men wouldn’t dare to jeer at her in his presence. Of course, Giselle doesn’t see why Maverick, her ex-husband, would have any reason to help her. And equally, he has no basis to be questioning her now. Giselle has been more or less affected by Maverick's attitude. She laughed nonchalantly, "I might not only cater to others with my smiles, but also proactively toast them with drinks to make friends. So, what does that have to do with you?” “Maverick, don't you think your current actions are quite perplexing?” Maverick looked at Giselle, who was gazing up at him. From his perspective, Giselle seemed as overbearing as ever... Maverick squinted, “You should display this overbearing confidence on the dining table.” “That won’t do,” Giselle shook her head, “Those are all my sugar daddies.” Having said that, she laughed and her body swayed a little. She said, "Maverick, people like you are always held in high esteem, everyone is begging you. You can't understand the sorrow of us little people. If we don't beg, we can't earn money. If we can't earn money, how am I supposed to live?" Suddenly, she put on a weak facade, seemingly telling the story of her hardships. But soon, her cunning nature emerged. She looked at Maverick, "Since you so dislike your ex-wife being taken advantage of, why not just look after me? Give me all the projects of the Hyland family. This way, it'll solve all issues at once. I get what I want, you get what you want. It's a win-win." She even got closer to Maverick, whispering in his ear, "What do you think, Mr. Hyland?" Maverick stared coldly at Giselle. Giselle also looked at him, a false, fluctuating smile on her face. The thing Maverick hated the most was just this kind of demeanor. He scoffed, "What merits do you have to negotiate with me?" Giselle didn't mind Maverick's response. In fact, it was exactly what she expected. She said, "in that case, don't casually grab my wrist in the future and do things that could be misunderstood." She lifted her arm and twisted her wrist. The silver wristwatch was eye-catching. Giselle said, "It hurts." ... Maverick's question received its validation in less than two days. Someone did indeed touch her waist, taking advantage of her. And Giselle's reaction was to harshly slap that person. That day, things got a bit out of hand. The one who got beaten up had some standing. At the dining table, he directly flipped the table, intending to show Giselle a harsh lesson. Yu Hongsheng's protection was to no avail, with so many people present, he was directly held down. Giselle was quite insightful. As soon as she saw that the situation was not right, she immediately ran outside. The place where they were drinking was a high-end club, newly opened this year. It has a bit more luxury than Night Color, yet just a touch less grandeur than Velvet Lounge. In any case, it's a top-tier place for lavished spending. But relying on running alone wouldn't help Giselle get away. As soon as she ran out, she was blocked. The one who got beaten was not very old, but he had a vulgar appearance. He blocked Giselle and gave her two options: 'Either let him have his fun' or 'kneel down and call him daddy'. Neither of these options was something Giselle could choose. She accused him of being a workplace pervert, drawing a roar of laughter from the crowd. The man retorted, "You're nowhere near your sister. Your sister is much more relaxed. I only touched your waist, and you're already calling me a workplace pervert. I've even kissed your little sister's face, but she never reacted like you. What are you fighting over with her for the inheritance, do you think you can outcompete her?" Just as the man finished speaking, another man suddenly rushed over and gave him a fierce punch. Giselle was startled by this unexpected person. When she got a closer look, she was even more surprised, it was actually Andrew. After Andrew landed a punch on him, the man stood up, recognized it was Andrew, and although he was not too convinced, he had to give consideration to the Feng and the Bo families. So he lingered, glared at Giselle, and left. Giselle breathed a short sigh of relief, although he felt that Andrew was absolutely charismatic just then, the primary reason was due to him kissing Gloria's cheek. But, he did save her, didn't he? Giselle thanked him. Andrew looked at her, "You've been back in the country for so long, and you haven't reached out to me at all. Do you still consider me a friend?" "......" What Giselle was actually thinking was, you're pursuing Gloria, there's no way we can be friends. But deep down, she did regard Andrew as a friend. She made up an excuse, "I've been too busy." "You've been so busy that you have time to meet others but can't bother to send a message my way." Andrew teased her, pulling Giselle to his private room, "If I hadn't needed to pee, I wouldn't have gotten the chance to save you. Everyone inside is someone you know. Great timing, they can help clear up my confusion." Giselle didn't grasp what he meant by clearing up confusion. However, she recognized everyone in the room. Subscription-based celebrities, Nancy, surprisingly even Nolan… Indeed, the entertainment industry is a small world.