“Are you saying that you don’t believe in your company’s ability and you have to ask me for favours?” Maxwell asked partly out of curiosity.
The expression in her eyes said it all before she said, with a snap in her voice, “No, I am not saying that, Mr. Rohan. I am saying that I wouldn’t appreciate being sabotaged because of whatever vendetta you have against me.”
It surprised Maxwell that the fact that she thought that of him hurt a little. He was known to be a man without emotions; some of the women he had ever tangled with would even go as far as to say that he was a cold man.
What did he care if a married, snippy woman thought him to be a scoundrel? The irony was that he cared. And that not only annoyed him but also made him want to put her in her place. She, who couldn’t figure out
