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.

and his hair was also damp from perspiration as it hung limply over

hour to the point of exhaustion, yet his body still

to open his eyes as he felt the

slender and familiar figure although his

hesitation and looked at that figure longingly. His voice was hoarse

heartbroken after seeing how

she feel a little bit better knowing that I’ve suffered through the effects of the drug as well? Can this lessen some of the disgust she feels toward me in

before him. It seemed so close that he could touch it as soon as he reached out, yet it felt so distant

Gwendolyn’s expression because of the backlight, but he could

a hundred times worse than when the drug

as she

Maverick’s gaze hadn’t left her since he opened his

was still waiting, hoping that she would at least utter a single sentence that contained a hint of

Ryan pouring ice-cold

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

directly on his head!” Gwendolyn’s

Ryan was shocked by her aggressive demeanor. His hand trembled,

impact caused

sound of coughing echoed throughout the basement as if his lungs were about to be coughed out. It sounded incredibly

approach, which seemed to cause more harm than good. She was about to stand up to

armrest loosened

into her chair, her

in a cast, lying in the private ward of the

it wasn’t going to be anything good, and she tried her best to play the victim, acting as

was

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