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.

as it hung

yet his body

eyes as he felt the blinding

and familiar figure although his vision was

at that figure longingly. His voice was hoarse as he said,

heartbroken after seeing how uncomfortable the

that I’ve suffered through the effects of the drug as well? Can this lessen some of the disgust she feels toward me in her

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 there was

the backlight, but he could

made his heartthrob painfully, which was a hundred times worse

she watched him

slightly as she noticed that Maverick’s gaze hadn’t left her

she would at least utter a single sentence that contained a hint

was Ryan pouring ice-cold water over his

bucket of

head!” Gwendolyn’s grip on

Wasn’t that what you ordered, Ms. Shalders?” Ryan was shocked by her aggressive demeanor. His hand trembled, and he accidentally poured

caused Maverick to

heart-wrenching sound of coughing echoed throughout the basement as if his lungs were about to be coughed out. It sounded

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

loosened slightly when she

her chair, her usual icy haughtiness returning to

cast, lying in the

it wasn’t going to be anything good, and she tried her best to play the victim, acting

she was forcefully

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