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.

the point of exhaustion, yet his body still trembled violently, and

his eyes as he felt the

slender and familiar figure although

that figure longingly. His voice was hoarse as he said, “Gwendolyn… I-I feel…

couldn’t help but feel heartbroken after seeing how uncomfortable

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

he could touch it as soon as he reached out, yet it felt so distant as if there was an insurmountable barrier

backlight, but

was a hundred times worse than when the

as she watched him quietly from

as she noticed that Maverick’s gaze hadn’t left her since he opened his eyes,

at least utter a single sentence

was Ryan pouring ice-cold water over his

temperature. He was ice cold to the core after being poured the bucket of ice water.

pour it directly on his head!”

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

impact caused

his lungs

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

loosened slightly

into her chair, her usual icy haughtiness returning to her

still been in a cast, lying in

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

the end, she was

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