"How did you get here? When did you arrive!"
Wayne Bailey sneered coldly, "Are we that familiar?"
"We... indeed are not," Anna Jadwin's heart felt as if it had been stung by a scorpion. His cold gaze made her retreat a step. "Since we're not close, do you find it interesting to follow me all the way to Spain?"
Wayne Bailey moved past her.
Anna Jadwin shouted, "Did you have Maxwell Cameron kidnapped!"
"..."
"Wayne Bailey, we've already parted ways. Why must you insist on meddling with me, and even destroy my happiness?"
The footsteps abruptly stopped.
Wayne Bailey radiated a terrifyingly cold light, aggressively whipping around to fix his gaze on her, "He was detained by me, which of your eyes saw that?"
"He disappeared, and you showed up! Can there be such a big coincidence?"
"He disappeared?" A trace of sarcasm flared in Wayne Bailey's eyes. "Ms. Sullivan's happiness seems to be short-lived. Less than a month, and her lover is missing."
