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.

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

exhaustion, yet

struggled to open his eyes as he

and familiar figure

that figure longingly. His voice was hoarse

how

better knowing that I’ve suffered through the effects of the drug as well? Can this lessen some of the disgust

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

the backlight, but he could feel the coldness emanating

was a hundred times worse than when the drug took

as she watched him

hadn’t left her since

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

next was Ryan pouring ice-cold

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

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

shocked by her aggressive demeanor. His hand trembled, and he accidentally poured the remaining

massive impact caused

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

than good. She was about to stand up to check on Maverick when a woman’s scream sounded

on the armrest loosened slightly when

her chair, her usual icy

in a cast, lying in the private

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

she was forcefully dragged

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