Chapter 48. I'll Go With You

Maverick leaned back against the couch and played with his pen, his eyes glazed and his expression blank. "As the writer, the only way the script will be credited as yours is if you are involved with the movie or else forget it.” Maverick shamelessly stated

Valencia’s face flushed red, veins pulsed on her neck, and her body shook in indignation. What does Maverick mean she has to be presented? It wasn’t as if she was the one who wanted to act, nor was she the director.

She gnashed her teeth together. This bastard! He had never changed. He's always wanting things to go according to his flow. He's really a jerk

Suddenly, Corbyn extended his hands and collected the phone from Valencia. He tucked his phone into his pocket and pronounced, “This is between us. Valencia is innocent; don’t add Valencia to...”

Maverick’s brows arched, and his whole person became detached, his expression enigmatic. He rebutted in a steady and calm voice, “Mr. Corbyn, are