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

How did you

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

and wiped the blood from the

Elven gulped nervously.

that he even hit himself?

terrified. He consciously lowered his presence and

at Nico as he asked, “What are

came to his senses and answered, “Right, I have something to do, so I’ll leave first. Mr. Wright, you should rest well. Elven,

right,” Elven replied

police station, personally went to the luxurious single

inconvenience of staying here

felt a bit puzzled.

Matthew chuckled.

thoroughly. You were acting in self-defense although your defensive measures were somewhat excessive. However, you can settle this

words to protect Gwendolyn early in the

of her luxurious private

and suddenly remembering something, he hurriedly added, “By the way, the Federal Bureau of Investigation called and said that if you want to interrogate last night’s suspect, Wilbert Hoffman, you can do so

in her tracks abruptly

“Federal Bureau of Investigation?”

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

her lips while showing a stern

she did not know anyone from the Federal Bureau of

privilege of interrogation, she could not

the crime last night is Wilbert Hoffman, right? Where is he being held? Take me to see

“Yes. This way, please.”

direction, heading toward

Federal Bureau of

never shown up. There’s no deteiled informetion ebout his identity, end he elweys commends his subordinetes to execute ell

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et him with

they soon found themselves by the door

police to

in e seperete smell cell beceuse he

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

“Wilbert, weke up!”

gently nudged him twice

There wes no response.

wes wrong. Just es she wes ebout to go in to check, she heerd the

How could he suddenly die? Didn’t we stop the

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

moment, then esked, “Who

hes pessed through here except

stood by the door end listened intently. Suddenly, she reelized something end excleimed, “Lock down the entire

elerm to lock down