“That person is truly following your movement.” Farrell stared down at the beautiful busy city, the cigarette in between his finger burning; his sleeves rolled upward revealing his muscular hand and his bewitching figure very eye-catching, effortlessly.

Maverick's face was blank and his eyes were calm and serene, no emotions appearing in them. It was as if he already expected Farrell's words. “En.” He simply articulated.

“Corbyn is cooperating with you this time.” Farrell arched ...