Chapter 32

Maverick drew out a pack of cigarettes, lit one, and placed it in his mouth, leisurely puffing out the smoke. With a wisp of pale smoke swirling around him, Maverick looked over with his frosty eyes, completely stern. Prestin inexplicably felt a shiver down his spine, yet still coldly snorted, "I don't need anyone to tell me. It's clear that she loves Patrick so deeply that she'd even sacrifice her life for him. Sleeping with him is not a thing." Finishing his words, he took a frustrated drag from his cigarette, "So, I'm not good enough? On what grounds?" Prestin's frustration escalated with each word. Back then, Prestin had put in just as much effort as Maverick to win Giselle's heart. Losing to Patrick was one thing, but losing to Maverick was something he couldn't accept. "Why does that matter? Just because he won over Gloria?" "Hey, Prestin." Alisha approached with a glass of wine, "What's the matter? Feeling down?" After speaking, she threw a quick glance at Maverick, fearing ther