Chapter 411

When Giselle entered, Maverick was in conversation with someone, but his gaze was always fixed on her, only retracting when he saw her come in. As Giselle approached him, he lowered his eyes to look at her. Upon eye contact, his eyes darkened a bit. "What have you been talking about?" His tone, too, was somewhat somber. Giselle said, "We didn’t talk much, just reminiscing about old times." Maverick's eyes darkened further. He opened his thin lips to give a low 'mmm' in acknowledgement, his voice steady, revealing no emotion. Giselle hadn't noticed anything wrong with Maverick. She just felt the occasional weird looks from the crowd. At first, there were only a few, but as the whispers grew, so did the number of eyes on her. Giselle's brows furrowed gradually. The expressions directed at her weren't friendly. "Giselle." In the end, it was Steward running over from the other side. The people in conversation with Maverick still had no idea what was going on. Steward came over, glanced at