“That. That's nonsense! Why will I throw myself at you? You're not Corbyn Cirillo." She bellowed, her face reddening in fury. She doesn't even know that he'll be in the club last night, or else she'll have fled immediately. 

That bastard had pretended to help her last night, but he had turned out to be the wolf, even though she mentioned the Cirillo family. How dare he accuse her wrongly?

Maverick's lips drew into a line, and his black eyes turned cold. This silly woman had ...