Valencia's brows knitted, and she bit her lower lip. She let her crafty mind spurn on how to alert Tatiana about her stay at Maverick's mansion. 

 

Not only did Maverick lock Valencia in one position, but he also kept her phone hidden.

 

Valencia's expression turned gloomier upon recalling it. She quickly inhaled to suppress her wandering thoughts.

 

Valencia rested her chin on her palm, and she began to think about how she could send cheating evidence to the legitimate wife. 

 

Placing kiss evidence on Maverick's shirt? Valencia hurriedly shook her head. No. No. She hasn't even seen her bag, not to mention her lipstick...

 

RING!!!

 

The sudden ringing of Maverick's...