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.

damp from perspiration as it hung limply over his forehead. He looked like a helpless and pitiful

exhaustion, yet his body still trembled violently, and his

his eyes as he felt the blinding

familiar figure although

at that figure

couldn’t help but feel heartbroken after seeing how

feel 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

before him. It seemed so close that he could touch it as

couldn’t see Gwendolyn’s expression because of the backlight, but

his heartthrob painfully, which was a hundred times worse than

as she watched him quietly

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

still waiting, hoping that she would at least utter a single

was Ryan pouring ice-cold water over

bucket

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

her aggressive demeanor. His hand trembled, and he accidentally poured the remaining half bucket of

caused Maverick

as if his lungs were about to be coughed out. It sounded incredibly

about to stand up to check on Maverick

the armrest loosened slightly when

settled back into her chair, her

been in a cast, lying in the

showed up 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

was forcefully dragged over

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