Chapter 6

In the game of verbal sparring, Davina had never won against Giselle. She clenched her fists in anger, and her eyes blazing with fury. Just as Harrison appeared, she immediately went to complain tearfully, "Look at the daughter you raised, she actually has a crooked idea about Rick." Giselle looked at him, the corners of her mouth curved into a mocking arc. When a stepmother entered the picture, a stepfather was bound to follow. Giselle had gained a profound understanding of this matter over the years. From the moment Davina rose to become the third party, Giselle transformed into an orphan without any parents. Harrison furrowed his brows and strode up to Giselle, delivering a strong slap. "You shameless girl! Do you think you haven't brought enough embarrassment upon yourself?" Harrison was known for his brutal beatings, and Giselle was all too aware of this fact. Her fair and tender face immediately displayed five finger marks, becoming both red and swollen. Her ears were almost becoming deaf. With a cold sneer and mocking glint in her eyes, she retorted, 'I'm just following your lead. If a father can cheat on his wife while she's breastfeeding, why can't a daughter snatch her sister's fiance?" Harrison's face turned sh*tty in an instant, and he raised his hand to strike her once again, but Giselle managed to dodge his attack. Fuming with rage, his entire body trembled as he pointed to the door and bellowed, "Get the hell out of here!" Davina stood right behind him, grinning with an air of smugness. Giselle was someone with dinity, especially when in front of anyone other than Maverick. She left with her back straight, not even bothering to turn her head. Casting her out of the house had happened many times. She had long since become accustomed to it. Davina and her daughter gave her a hard time, but naturally, Giselle wasn't going to make things easy for them! Hence, Giselle didn't go anywhere but straight to Maverick's place. Maverick typically stayed at Violet Country Villa, which was also their private meeting spot. Giselle stormed into the room and collapsed onto the sofa in a fit of anger. Without even a flicker of his eyelids, Maverick looked upon her puffy and inflamed face calmly. Giselle had no doubt that he wouldn't jeopardize his relationship with his future in-laws over her. She was fully aware of her own identity. She was nothing more than a mere toy in Maverick's eyes. If someone was merely a plaything, then they should know their position. Disregarding whatever Maverick might think, she had taken some time to cool off by herself before crawling onto Maverick's body. She then planted a kiss on his lips. She was so eager and passionate in her kiss. Maverick was very pleased. The two of them rolled from the sofa to the bedroom and ended up in a bathtub. Their move was intense and fiery. An hour later, Maverick was leaning against the headboard, smoking a cigarette. Giselle lay on the bed panting heavily, like a dying fish struggling for air. Despite her average physical constitution, Maverick would ravage her like a hungry wolf every time, leaving her half-dead. After catching her breath, she moved over and circled on Maverick's chest, "Do you prefer me or Gloria?" Knowing it was a question of death, Giselle still fearlessly asked. Maverick exhaled the smoke from his mouth and lowered his gaze slightly. He looked aloof. "Giselle, don't overestimate yourself." In his eyes, Giselle was no different from any other woman. At most, she had a prettier face, a curvy body, and was a bit more flirtatious in bed. But she was a cripple and not even favored by the Hawk family. She was incomparable to Gloria, who was favored since childhood and became the lead ballerina in early twenties. With an indifferent "I see," Giselle turned over and got out of bed to take a shower. The moment she entered the bathroom, the front door of the living room opened. Amira walked in carrying her bag. She happened to be passing by and decided to drop in for a visit. As soon as she entered, she saw clothes scattered all over the living room floor. The black lace bra was hanging conspicuously on the coffee table in the living room. Amira was immediately furious. She was more than satisfied with Gloria, and only wanted Gloria to become her daughter-in-law. Unexpectedly, just as she set foot abroad, her son couldn't bear loneliness and brought another woman home. Amira angrily knocked on the bedroom door, "Maverick, come out!" Maverick furrowed his brows and extinguished his cigarette. He got out of bed and opened the door, blocking Amira from entering. Amira frowned and looked into the room, but Maverick just closed the door directly. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and the bite marks and scratches on his shoulders were particularly visible. Amira was immediately furious and pushed him aside, rushing into the room, "Get out of my way! I want to see who is the b*tch that seduce my son in broad daylight!"