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.

perspiration as it hung limply over his forehead. He looked

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

struggled to open his eyes as he felt the blinding light

saw a slender and familiar figure although his

and looked at that figure longingly. His voice was hoarse

couldn’t help but feel heartbroken after seeing how uncomfortable the drug made

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

him. It seemed so close that he could touch it as soon as he reached out, yet it felt so distant

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

heartthrob painfully, which was a hundred

did not budge as she watched him quietly from a

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

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

came next was Ryan pouring ice-cold water over

drastic change in temperature. He was ice cold to the core after being poured the bucket of ice water. His entire

it directly on his head!” Gwendolyn’s

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

caused Maverick to cough

coughing echoed throughout the basement as if his lungs were about

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

loosened slightly

into her chair, her usual

had still been in a cast, lying in the

a scowl on his face, Frida could easily tell that it wasn’t going to be anything good, and she

the end, she was forcefully dragged over

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