Chapter 22

The moment Giselle stopped talking... Hiss... Brakes screeched and Giselle, without her seatbelt, was thrown forward, slamming her forehead hard against the dashboard, causing it immediately swell and redden. As she held her forehead and looked up, the man seized the back of her neck. Maverick suddenly closed in. His voice was deep and intense. "Giselle, enough!" His voice was frigid, a blend of warning and fury. It was apparent that he was genuinely furious this time. Undaunted, Giselle instead draped her arm around Maverick's shoulder. She flashed a flirtatious grin. "You know, I'm Giselle, and I'm not so easy to shake off." She was persistent, refusing to give up. She was determined to cling to him, no matter what. Maverick went quiet, holding her chin firmly and forcing her to meet his gaze. "Do you think I'm more approachable than Prestin?" A single sentence caused Giselle's expression to abruptly shift. Her eyes immediately filled with true fear. Maverick scoffed with a chill. Wa