The Ex and Her Riches

Chapter 127

Gwendolyn clenched her hands tightly as she listened to the low growls coming from inside.

However, her face was still cold and emotionless when she looked at Elven. “Do you think I’ve gone too far?”

Elven knelt down on the spot. “That’s not what I meant. You were drugged last night. It’s only fair to make up for the suffering you endured, but I know that you don’t really want to kill Mr. Wright.”

Gwendolyn felt much better after she heard that.

She looked at Quinton after contemplating for a while. “Go to the Wright residence and bring Frida over here. Be quick.”

“Yes, Ms. Shalders.” Quinton set off immediately.

The rest of them stood at the basement door, listening as the growling and struggling sounds grew more intense as though Maverick was on the brink of despair.

Even the tall and burly bodyguards found it difficult to continue listening and felt as though they were also being subjected to a cruel form of torture.

Ten minutes later, Gwendolyn finally spoke up. “Open the door. Get a bucket of ice water and bring it over. It’ll help him cool down.”

The bodyguards obeyed Gwendolyn’s orders after a brief moment of shock and went to get some ice cubes to mix with a bucket of water.

Creak.

The basement door opened, allowing a sliver of light to seep in. That beam of light stretched Maverick’s shadow long and thin in the center.

Maverick lay curled up on the floor, just like a baby in its mother’s womb.

soaked with sweat, and his hair was also damp from perspiration as it hung limply over his

the point of exhaustion, yet his body

as he felt the blinding light

familiar figure although his vision was

hands without hesitation and looked at that figure longingly. His voice was hoarse as he said, “Gwendolyn… I-I

feel heartbroken after seeing how uncomfortable

suffered through the effects of the drug as well? Can this lessen some of the disgust she feels toward

out and touch the figure before him. It seemed so close that he could touch it as soon as he reached out,

see Gwendolyn’s expression because of the backlight, but he could feel the coldness emanating

was a hundred times worse than when

did not budge as she watched him quietly from a

she noticed that Maverick’s gaze hadn’t left her since he opened his eyes, but she remained

at least utter a single sentence that contained

next was Ryan

cold to the core after being poured the bucket of

head!” Gwendolyn’s grip

aggressive demeanor. His hand trembled, and he accidentally poured the remaining half bucket

caused Maverick

echoed throughout the basement as if his lungs were about to be coughed out. It

cause more harm than good. She was about to stand up to check on Maverick when a woman’s scream sounded from

grip on the armrest loosened slightly

her chair, her usual icy haughtiness

been in a cast, lying in the private ward of the

door with a scowl on his face, Frida could easily tell that it wasn’t going to be

the end, she was forcefully dragged over by

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