It wasn't him who slept with her last night!
All the cells and blood vessels in his body exploded in a low roar of grief!
But it was stuck in his throat, unable to speak...
His own cabbage had been messed up by a pig, and he couldn't vent his anger. Instead, he had to pretend it was his own doing? Who could understand this pain?
"What do you mean by that..." Anna Jadwin pursed her lips tightly, his attitude made her heart cold, "They say men don't cherish what they have. Is that you, Maxwell Cameron?"
"Do you think that about me?" Maxwell Cameron turned her to face him, "You are like a star I can't touch in my whole life. I never had you."
Anna Jadwin's eyes shimmered with tears, and she suddenly saw a gun in his hand: "What's this?"
Maxwell Cameron paused for a moment before tossing the gun to a trusted man behind him.
"I ran into some trouble, so I'm in a bad mood. It has nothing to do with you."
"Who do you want to kill? Wayne Bailey?" Anna Jadwin asked sharply.
"No-"