Emma’s face turned pale with panic, and she immediately tried to stop Maverick. “Maverick, whatever this gift is, it can wait! The
priority now is the shares!”
But she was already too late–Maverick had opened the folder.
Dozens of photos spilled out onto the table.
In the pictures, Emma looked nothing like the delicate, innocent woman she pretended to be in front of him. Instead, she had
heavy smoky eye makeup and was dressed in revealing outfits as she partied at various high–end clubs abroad with different
men
There was also a debt agreement showing that she owed millions from gambling. I had even included screenshots of her repeatedly provoking me on WhatsApp after returning to the country.
The veins on the back of Maverick’s hands bulged as he clenched his fists. He grabbed a stack of photos and threw them at Emma. “Didn’t you say your parents forced you to move abroad?”
Back when they had been madly in love, she had claimed her family was immigrating and that she had no choice but to leave.
