Maverick clenched the steering wheel; his lips were drawn in a thin line, and a gloomy aura pervaded him.

Recalling the woman’s stubborn expression, his chest somehow tightened, and his irritation grew.

Maverick reached out for the packet of expensive cigarettes placed in the center console. He lit up a stick and began to smoke it, his whole being enigmatic.

After smoking two sticks, Maverick’s gloomy expression decreased slightly. He turned on the ignition and drove out ...