Chapter 117

Maverick's sight fell on the hand that was holding his collar. After a while, he smiled. "Do you mind my business?" Maverick smiled faintly and looked at her. His casual posture and tone demonstrated suppressed momentum. Giselle raised her eyebrows and then stood on tiptoe. She raised her chin and looked at him. "What's wrong? Can't I?" At that time, she looked proud and arrogant. Maverick didn't answer whether she could or not. He raised his eyebrows slightly and patted Giselle's face. "A vile character flourishes." As he spoke, he pulled Giselle's hand away. "Let's go!" After he finished speaking... Maverick walked over with his long legs and opened the door of the private room. Naturally, Giselle followed him. She no longer asked what Maverick had said to Gloria. She knew not to get too far, showing some concern and jealousy to smooth the situation. After all, she didn't really care about that. Moreover, it was enough for her to be happy for the whole night when Gloria cried and ran