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.

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

had struggled through this hour to the point of exhaustion, yet his body

his eyes as he felt the blinding light on his

familiar figure although his

hands without hesitation and looked at that figure longingly. His voice was hoarse as

after seeing how uncomfortable the drug made her

the drug as well? Can this lessen some of the disgust she feels toward me in her

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 distant as if

because of the backlight, but

a hundred times worse

she watched

noticed that Maverick’s gaze hadn’t left her

at least utter a single sentence that contained a

Ryan pouring

the bucket of ice water. His

you to pour it directly on his head!” Gwendolyn’s

that what you ordered, Ms. Shalders?” Ryan was shocked by her aggressive demeanor. His hand trembled,

impact caused Maverick to

his lungs were about to be coughed out. It

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

loosened slightly when

her usual icy haughtiness

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

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,

was forcefully

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