Wayne Bailey picked up the gun, his face expressionless.
"Wait! I want to check if your gun is real..."
Anna Jadwin struggled violently, "Let me go."
Wayne Bailey fired the gun with a bang—
The crystal wine glass beside Maxwell Cameron shattered.
"Wait again!" Anna Jadwin yelled, "I want to check if your wound is real!"
She had originally wanted to find an excuse to take his gun, but he saw through her intentions.
Wayne Bailey's mouth curled up coldly, "You bandaged it yourself, don't you remember?"
"Who knows if you set it up beforehand to play the sympathy card. Why would I believe that you would give up everything for me, even your hands and feet?"
Wayne Bailey's face turned pale, his eyes filled with icy pain. Doubting him!?
Did she think he wasn't injured enough and wanted to hurt him more?!
Maxwell Cameron raised his hand, and two bodyguards let her go...
He enjoyed watching this love-hate scene, so intense.
