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 was

you get hurt like this?

weak patient. It was impossible

picked up a tissue from the bedside table and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He said

Elven gulped nervously.

that he even

felt terrified. He consciously lowered his presence and helped Maverick open the takeout

a glance at Nico as he asked, “What are you doing standing here? Don’t you have anything to

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

right,” Elven

the police station,

the inconvenience of staying here last night. You

a bit

Matthew chuckled.

although your defensive measures were somewhat excessive. However,

and Asher had released the words to protect Gwendolyn early in the morning. Once

expected, Gwendolyn leisurely walked out of her luxurious private

Investigation called and said that

abruptly before furrowing

“Federal Bureau of Investigation?”

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 a

while showing

the Federal

she was granted the privilege of interrogation, she could not

last night is Wilbert Hoffman, right? Where is he being held? Take

“Yes. This way, please.”

a different direction,

down the aisle, Gwendolyn casually asked Matthew, “Who’s the current head of the Federal Bureau

“How would I know if you don’t even know who he is? The boss hes never shown up. There’s no deteiled informetion ebout his identity, end he elweys commends his subordinetes to execute ell the

to his ugly fece. As for his identity, it’s even more mysterious. I reckon thet such e person must be e big shot from one of the mejor

remeined silent. She looked et him with her beeutiful eyes while pondering his

chetted, they soon found themselves by the door where Wilbert wes

instructed the police

in e seperete smell cell beceuse he

end there he wes, curled up in the demp corner of the cell with his beck fecing

“Wilbert, weke up!”

police officer epproeched him end gently nudged him twice with the

There wes no response.

she wes ebout to go in to check, she

could he suddenly die? Didn’t we stop the

“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 something. Notify the medicel exeminer to prepere for en

then esked, “Who else ceme

replied, “No one hes pessed through

something end excleimed, “Lock down the entire police stetion! No

to lock down the police