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.

perspiration as it hung limply over his forehead. He

the point of exhaustion, yet his body still

he felt

saw a slender and familiar figure although his vision

out with trembling hands without hesitation and looked at that figure longingly. His voice was hoarse as he

seeing how uncomfortable the drug made her

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

him. It seemed so close that he could touch it as soon as he reached out, yet it felt so distant as if there was an

of the backlight, but he could feel the coldness emanating

which was a

not budge as she watched him quietly from

Maverick’s gaze hadn’t left

least

Ryan pouring ice-cold water over

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

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

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

caused Maverick to

heart-wrenching sound of coughing echoed throughout the basement as if his lungs

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

armrest loosened

back into her chair, her usual icy haughtiness returning

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

at the door with 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

was forcefully

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