Valencia’s brows furrowed, and she stepped out of the presidential suite. She hadn't seen Maverick ever since she woke up. And even when she had bathed and put on her dress, she still didn't catch a glimpse of him.
How can it be? Where can he run off to so early in the morning while he's in that state? Sigh.
Valencia twisted the doorknob and pushed open the door.
Valencia's expression suddenly softened, and her lips curved up. Such a devilish Maverick. He so loved teasing her a lot. Huff.
Despite Valencia's thoughts, her walking pace was fast and steady; Valencia soon arrived at Corbyn's presidential suite, and she was immediately granted entry.
And just like Valencia thought, Maverick was with Corbyn.
While the two were always acting like mutual enemies, whenever something went wrong, they'd push aside their indifference and work on finding an answer. Their relationship is very interesting.
However, it's just that it had been morning since Maverick left the room, which was very unusu
