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.

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

yet his body still trembled violently, and his

eyes as he felt

saw a slender and familiar figure

figure longingly. His voice was hoarse as he

after seeing how uncomfortable

a little bit better knowing that I’ve suffered through the effects of the drug as well? Can this lessen some

close that he could touch it as soon as he reached out, yet it

the backlight, but he could feel the coldness emanating

painfully, which was a hundred times worse than when the

as she watched him

Maverick’s gaze hadn’t left

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

what came next was Ryan pouring

the core after being poured the bucket of ice water. His entire body trembled even more violently, and his teeth chattered from the cold. His consciousness began to fade

his head!” Gwendolyn’s grip on

aggressive demeanor. His

massive impact caused Maverick to cough

echoed throughout the basement as if his lungs were about

harm than good. She was about to stand up to check on Maverick when a woman’s scream sounded from behind her. “Ah! Maverick!

grip on the armrest loosened slightly

settled back into her chair, her usual icy

a cast, lying in the private ward of the Wright

that it wasn’t going to

end, she was forcefully dragged over

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