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.

beneath him was soaked with sweat, and his hair was also damp from perspiration as it hung limply over his forehead. He

hour to the point of exhaustion, yet his body still trembled violently, and his face was

his eyes as he felt the

slender and familiar figure although his vision was

that figure longingly. His voice

feel heartbroken after seeing how uncomfortable

drug as well? Can this

touch it as soon as he reached out, yet it

couldn’t see Gwendolyn’s expression because of the backlight, but he

which was a hundred times worse than when the drug

budge as she

gaze hadn’t left

waiting, hoping that she would at least

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

what you ordered, Ms. Shalders?” Ryan was shocked by her aggressive demeanor. His hand trembled, and he accidentally poured the remaining half

caused Maverick to cough

of coughing echoed throughout the basement as if his lungs were about to be coughed

to stand up to check on Maverick when a woman’s scream sounded

grip on the armrest loosened slightly when she heard

into her chair, her usual icy haughtiness returning to her

been in a cast, lying in the private

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

was forcefully

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