It was proof enough that she didn't fear his status or his background in the slightest.
Beaten, kicked, and humiliated to this extent, Donovan's wariness finally kicked in.
He tested the waters. "Who the hell are you?"
The first logical explanation that crossed his mind was that Nevaeh had orchestrated this entire setup to destroy him.
If Maeve hadn't been thrown into his bed, the woman he would be torturing right now was the industry's reigning top actress, Nevaeh.
Sure, Nevaeh was known as everyone's favorite plaything in their elite circles.
But because of her immense fame and stunning looks, there were still countless men desperate to conquer her.
That was exactly why Donovan had specifically ordered her to be his date tonight.
To climb to the very top of the entertainment industry, Nevaeh couldn't possibly be an innocent, naive victim.
She was supposed to endure his 'special punishments' tonight.
Instead, she had gone out of her way to drug Maeve and substitute her. This made Donovan highly suspicious.
He had been played by Nevaeh and this psycho working together.
He choked out, "Did Nevaeh send you to set me up?"
Maeve let out a cold, dismissive laugh.
"Her? Not a chance."
Donovan was thoroughly confused.
"If she didn't send you, why did you come after me like this?"
He wasn't stupid. He realized Maeve had entered this suite with a very specific, hidden agenda.
On the surface, she had been knocked out by a spiked drink.
But whether she had actually passed out at all was something only she knew.
Maeve had zero patience for his stalling. She pulled her foot off his face, hauled him up, and cut straight to the chase.
"A year and a half ago. Bayside City. Do you remember what happened?"
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