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Julius's expression darkened. Without another word, he spun on his heel, ready to storm back inside. But before he could take a step, a commotion erupted from within.

Maverick emerged from the brothel, his face unreadable. A group of women trailed after him, clinging to his arms, their voices a mixture of flirtation and laughter.

Julius's jaw tightened at the sight, his expression turning even darker. Silently, he approached Maverick. 

The moment he reached him, he grabbed Maverick's arm and pulled him behind him, his eyes flashing as he glared at the women. His voice was low and firm. "Keep your hands off."

Before Julius could say more, Maverick caught him by the back of his collar and effortlessly dragged him toward the carriage.

"Get in," Maverick said, his tone calm yet final.

Julius struggled, but Maverick shoved him into the carriage before stepping inside himself.