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.

with sweat, and his hair was also damp from perspiration as it hung limply over his forehead. He looked like a

the point of exhaustion, yet his body still trembled violently, and

to open his eyes as he felt the blinding light on his

a slender and familiar figure although

that figure longingly. His voice was hoarse as he said, “Gwendolyn… I-I

how

suffered through the effects of the drug

violently, he stubbornly tried to reach out and touch the figure before him. It seemed so close that he could touch it as soon as he reached out, yet it felt so

couldn’t see Gwendolyn’s expression because of the backlight, but he could feel the coldness emanating from

was a hundred times worse than when the

as she watched

gaze hadn’t left her since

that she would at least utter a single sentence that contained a hint of

what came next was Ryan pouring ice-cold water over

drastic change in temperature. He was ice cold to the core after being poured the bucket of

his head!” Gwendolyn’s grip on the armrest of

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

caused

the basement as if his lungs were about to be coughed

which seemed to cause more harm than good. She was about to stand up to check on Maverick

on the armrest loosened slightly when she heard

chair, her usual icy

had still been in a cast, lying

a scowl on his face, Frida could easily tell that it wasn’t going to be anything good, and she tried her best to play the victim, acting as though she really

the end, she was

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