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

through this hour to the point of exhaustion, yet his body still trembled violently,

as he felt

slender and familiar figure

hands without hesitation and looked at that figure

how uncomfortable the drug made her feel

drug as well? Can this lessen

he stubbornly tried to reach out and touch the figure before him. It seemed so close that he could touch

backlight, but he could

a hundred times

did not budge as she watched

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

least utter a single sentence that

next was Ryan pouring ice-cold

poured the bucket of ice water. His entire

directly on his head!” Gwendolyn’s grip on the armrest of the chair

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

impact caused

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

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

armrest loosened slightly

chair, her usual icy haughtiness returning to her

lying in the private ward of

easily tell that it wasn’t going to be

she was

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