"No need, keep this secret to yourself."
Anna Jadwin thought to herself that the only thing she cared about was the mystery of the Sullivans.
Maxwell Cameron didn't even know her identity, so he couldn't know any secrets. Maybe he was just trying to deceive her.
She quietly moved off the bed, her arm caught in his vise-like grip!
"Felicia Sullivan!"
"I really have no interest; please don't tell me this secret."
"Why?"
"Hmph, you're so eager to tell me that you're being deliberately mysterious. You wouldn't tell me anything that isn't beneficial to you." Anna Jadwin choked him back.
Maxwell Cameron's eyes flickered with darkness. It was as if she could read his mind, knowing his intentions no matter what he did...
He tore open the brown paper, and a stack of photos flew towards her, scattering all over the bed.
"The Wayne Bailey you've been thinking about already has a new lover!"
Anna Jadwin's body stiffened slightly as she picked up two of the photos and looked at them.