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.

it hung limply over his forehead. He looked like a helpless and pitiful puppy

yet his body still trembled violently, and

he felt the blinding

familiar figure although

and looked at that figure longingly. His voice was hoarse

seeing how uncomfortable the drug made her

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

the figure before him. It seemed so close that he could touch it as soon as he reached

expression because of the backlight,

heartthrob painfully, which was a hundred times worse than

did not budge as she

hadn’t left her since he opened his

at least utter a

was Ryan

after being poured the bucket of ice water. His entire

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

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

caused Maverick to

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

approach, which seemed to cause more harm than good. She was about to stand up to check on Maverick when

the armrest loosened

back into her chair, her usual icy haughtiness returning to

a cast, lying in

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 though she really didn’t want to be

was forcefully

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