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

of exhaustion, yet

he felt the blinding

a slender and familiar

figure longingly. His voice was hoarse as

heartbroken after seeing how uncomfortable the drug made her

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

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

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

intense coldness made his heartthrob painfully, which was a hundred times worse than when

as she watched him quietly from a

Maverick’s gaze hadn’t left her

she would at least

next was Ryan pouring ice-cold water

the bucket of ice water.

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

her aggressive demeanor. His hand

massive impact caused Maverick

his lungs were about to

frustrated by Ryan’s approach, which seemed to cause more harm than good. She was about to stand up to check on Maverick

grip on the armrest loosened slightly when she

her usual icy haughtiness returning to

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

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

she was forcefully dragged over

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