Chapter 15 Maverick clenched his fists tightly, his bloodshot eyes misted over, unable to suppress his emotions as he smashed the computer hard onto the floor. He lost control, kicking over the wine tower, shattering the large screen, grabbing the documents on the floor mixed will withards of glass, and crushing them in his hands. Blood stained the white paper and dripped onto the ground. ly, he laughed. ughed until tears streamed from his eyes. Honey, you must hate me so much, right? You'll never forgive me again, will you..." "How could I be so arrogant as to think I could hide it from you.' "1 Maverick staggered back a few steps, his heart feeling as if it were being cut open by a dull knife, the pain spreading through his body with his blood, making him wish for death. Ophelia, standing to the side, was already dumbfounded with fear. Maverick, who was always composed and calm, had actually lost his mind and gone mad. She didn't dare to speak, even her breathing became cautious, and she wanted to escape from here. Seeing verick looked at her, and her body trembled violently. nn will come back. If she's unhappy, I can leave." She forced herself to comfort him, her al- n and walked up to her. "You don't need to leave. You have to stay by my side." emotions, she felt a little relieved, thinking Maverick still loved her. But his next words plunged her into an icy abyss. "Once I find out all your crimes, I'll make you experience what it means to wish you were dead." A murderous look appeared on Maverick's usually gentle face as he ordered someone to take Ophelia away. Ophelia was so frightened she fell silent. It wasn't until she was dragged out of the banquet hall that she remembered to beg for mercy. "Mav, I've been wronged..." Maverick closed his eyes, but he still couldn't block out the scene he had just witnessed. Raelynn's pale face haunted him like a curse. He struggled to control his emotions, regained his composure, and left the banquet hall. 0.0 % 10:35 He asked his assistant to investigate the people who had bought the Hatton's villa. No matter how much it cost, he was determined to buy it back. "Mr. Joyner, we meet again so soon." Cathan looked at the ashen-faced Maverick and couldn't help but mock him. "Mr. Joyner, do you think buying back the Hatton's villa will make up for your mistakes?" "Cut the crap. Sell it to me for three times the price." Maverick's face was grim. "Not for sale." "You'll sell it whether you want to or not. You're just a small-time lawyer. What do you have to compete with the Joyner family? Ten times the price. You have one day to hand it over to my assistant." Maverick warned coldly. Cathan smiled indifferently, stood up, and walked away. "Mr. Joyner, you can try if you like. I have other matters to attend to, so I won't keep you company." Maverick narrowed his eyes, staring intently at Cathan's back. "Do you know where my wife is? He had you deliver the documents, which means you're in contact!" Maverick grew agitated. "Where is my wife?" "Mr. Joyner, you and Raelynn are not husband and wife. Legally, you have no right to call her your wife, and moral- ly, you're not worthy." Cathan said coldly His words stabbed into Maverick's heart like a blade. Maverick took a deep breath. "What happens between my wife and me is none of your business. You just need to tell me where she is." Cathan said nothing more and walked out. Maverick chased after him, grabbing his shoulder to stop him from leav- ing. Cathan shook him off in disgust, but Maverick stepped forward again and grabbed Cathan by the collar. "I'll give you one more chance. Tell me where she is!" "You're not worthy to know." Maverick raised his hand and punched Cathan. Cathan retaliated without hesitation, and Maverick, unsteady on his feet, staggered and crashed into the glass door nearby. He crashed through the glass door, splitting his head open and tearing his suit in countless places. Blood instantly streamed down his face, blurring his vision. A wave of dizziness swept over him, and everything went black as he lost consciousness. 10:34 50.0 % :