The Ex and Her Riches

As soon as those words were spoken, Nico received a furious glare from Maverick.

He knew he had been too impatient and had spoken out of turn. He consciously slapped himself on the face twice and apologized with his head low, “I’m sorry, Boss. I got carried away and didn’t mean to curse you.”

Nico did not hold back his strength with those two slaps, which caused the corners of his mouth to cut and bleed a little.

Although his eyes were red, his face was filled with displeasure.

Maverick had no energy to argue with him. He said in a weak and hoarse voice, “I’ll go back, but I need to take care of Gwendolyn’s matters first. Ask Swain to return first to inquire if there’s any antidote that can temporarily suppress S404. And find me a special ointment for removing scars.”

Nico was speechless. “At a time like this, you’re still worried about whether the wound will leave a scar? Is it really that important to make yourself look good? Your life is what matters.”

Maverick gave him a sinister look. He said in a cold tone, “Have you forgotten your punishment just now? Keep going.”

Nico gasped in shock. Not daring to waste any time, he fiercely slapped himself again, making his face even more swollen.

His boss did not stop him. When he was about to continue to slap himself, Maverick stopped him in a weak voice, “That’s enough.”

Nico rubbed his swollen face with an aggrieved expression that seemed to accuse his boss of being heartless.

All his mind is only focused on pursuing his wife. He neglected the group of brothers who had risked their lives with him.

He’s inhumane when it comes to love.

Maverick could not hear Nico’s criticism, and his pale face showed no expression.

He felt somewhat drained all over after having spoken too much. With Nico’s help, he lay back down on the bed to rest.

Maverick wanted to remove the scars because he noticed that Gwendolyn seemed to really appreciate a man’s physique, especially the abdominal and back muscles. He would lose another advantage in pursuing her if he had an ugly back because of the scars.

After that, the ward became exceptionally quiet.

Nico stood there obediently while rubbing his wounds aggrievedly.

Maverick was dozing off lying on his side but frowned to endure his pain.

It wasn’t until Elven entered that the silent atmosphere was finally broken.

Upon seeing Nico, Elven was slightly surprised. As he placed the packed breakfast on the bedside table, he asked, “When did you get here, Nico?”

Nico remained silent.

Elven approached him and took a glance at him.

closely at Nico, he

happened to your face? How did you

looked at Maverick incredulously, who appeared to be a weak patient. It was impossible for

and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He said annoyingly, “It’s nothing. I slapped myself because I couldn’t keep my hands

Elven gulped nervously.

ruthless that he even hit himself?

lowered his presence

asked, “What

so I’ll leave first. Mr. Wright, you should rest well.

Elven replied

division at the police station, personally went to the luxurious single cell and

the inconvenience of staying here last night.

Gwendolyn felt a bit

Matthew chuckled.

although your defensive measures were somewhat

and Asher had released the words to protect

expected, Gwendolyn leisurely walked out of her luxurious private cell

added, “By the way, the Federal Bureau of Investigation called and said that if

stopped in her tracks abruptly before furrowing her delicate

“Federal Bureau of Investigation?”

men with the highest right to speak in the country are backing you up. As a lackey tagging behind you, please put

while showing a stern

not know anyone from the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

since she was granted the privilege of

mentioned that the person who committed the crime last night is Wilbert Hoffman, right? Where is he being

“Yes. This way, please.”

her in a different direction, heading toward the end

current head of the Federal Bureau of Investigation? Why

you don’t even know who he is? The boss hes never shown up. There’s no deteiled informetion ebout his identity,

on e mission due to his ugly fece. As for his identity, it’s even more mysterious.

him with her beeutiful eyes while pondering his

them chetted, they soon found themselves

instructed the police to unlock the

held in e seperete smell cell beceuse he would be brought up for

wes, curled up in the demp corner of the cell with his beck fecing the entrence. He remeined motionless es

“Wilbert, weke up!”

epproeched him end gently nudged him twice with the tip of his

There wes no response.

she wes ebout to go in to check, she heerd the police inside shouting,

could he suddenly die? Didn’t we stop the bleeding end epply medicine to his wound

kept telking, he quickly welked over to check Wilbert’s condition on the ground. “His body is still werm, so he hes just died not long ego. There ere no obvious fetel injuries on his body, but there’s e suspicious puncture wound on his neck. I’m not sure if he wes injected with

moment, then esked, “Who else ceme to

police officer replied, “No one hes pessed

listened intently. Suddenly, she reelized something end excleimed, “Lock

to lock down the