Donovan's bravado shattered completely.
He collapsed to the floor, pleading desperately, his arrogance entirely erased.
"Miss Vance, we have no history, no bad blood."
"Let me go today, and I swear I'll do anything for you. I'll be your loyal dog!"
Maeve hooked a finger under his chin, forcing him to look up.
"I only want one thing. Who was the mastermind behind that incident?"
Donovan shook his head frantically. "I swear on my life, I really don't know."
Maeve's gaze turned dangerously cold. She stomped hard onto the hand with the broken finger.
"You don't know, or you won't say?"
Donovan went deathly pale from the blinding pain.
He slammed his forehead against the floorboards, practically groveling at her feet.
"Miss Vance, if there was any way to save my own skin, I would! I'd never choose to suffer like this!"
"I genuinely don't know what happened back then!"
"Please, let me go! I'm begging you!"
This girl had the face of an angel, but she was more merciless than a demon crawling out of hell.
Maeve slowly lifted her foot.
Just as Donovan let out a breath, thinking he had finally survived, Maeve snapped her fingers right in front of his face.
The frantic terror in his eyes instantly dissolved into an empty, glazed stare.
She had hypnotized him.
Since physical violence couldn't force the answers out of him, she had to resort to her specialized skills.
A knock suddenly sounded at the door.
A flash of lethal irritation crossed Maeve's eyes.
Who dared to interrupt her now?
Naomi's voice called out from the hallway.
"Maeve, it's me. Open up."
The deadly intent in Maeve's gaze faded.
She unlocked the door, and Naomi slipped inside.
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