A Pigeon Pair: Sweetheart, Let's Get Married

Everly had left the city for a few years, so she wasn't particularly familiar with the surroundings. After leaving her son to Gloria, she took a taxi to her destination.

After getting off the car, she looked up and saw that there were several words written on the top of the clubhouse--AY Club.

This name was quite stylish.

The doorman took her upstairs. Just as she reached the corner, Everly swept her eyes and saw a cold and straight back.

It looked familiar.

Everly subconsciously slowed down. She happened to hear the man whispering, "... I'm not ready to sign that project. I didn't sign the letter of intent. Besides, there are still a lot of problems with that contract."

Everly was slightly stunned.

She could not have misheard this voice deep, which was deep and somewhat cold. It was Maverick's.

Looking in that direction again, Everly finally saw Maverick's handsome side face.

With one hand in his pants pocket, Maverick held his mobile phone with the other hand. Meanwhile, half of a cigarette was between his slender and clean fingers.

The man wore a smile. But it was full of mockery.

When the person leading the way saw Everly suddenly stop, he turned around and was about to call her.

Thank you. I have something

"Alright." The doorman

the "project" that Maverick had just

tilt her body

piece of false news. I can tell the pros and cons ... I don't have

Maverick raised his eyebrows slightly when he said

been ice-cold. Now, there was a hint of languor and charm in

puff of his cigarette with narrowed eyes. The person on the other end of the phone said something, and then Maverick snorted, "I still have

don't intend to

"..."

about it later. I'll

...

It was just Everly's guess. Now she felt that it was impossible for her to be mistaken since

to sign the contract

Since he didn't plan to invest,

burning pain in her throat. Countless emotions

you have gone

for half an hour

her face for a moment. She gritted

with you? You look

saw Everly standing motionless