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.

looked closely at Nico, he was

happened to your face? How did you get

who appeared to be a weak patient. It was impossible for

table and wiped the blood from the

Elven gulped nervously.

he so ruthless that he even

his presence and helped Maverick open the

a glance at Nico as he asked, “What are you doing

to do, so I’ll leave first. Mr. Wright, you should rest well. Elven, please take

Elven replied

later, Matthew, the commander of the public security division at the police station, personally went to

thank you for enduring the inconvenience of staying here

Gwendolyn felt a bit puzzled. “Aren’t we

Matthew chuckled.

your defensive measures were somewhat excessive. However, you can settle this

the words to protect Gwendolyn early in the morning. Once

Gwendolyn leisurely walked out of her luxurious private

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

in her tracks abruptly before furrowing her

“Federal Bureau of Investigation?”

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

pursed her lips while showing a stern

was sure that she did not know anyone from the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Why would they

since she was granted the privilege of

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

“Yes. This way, please.”

in a different direction, heading toward the

of the Federal Bureau of Investigation? Why haven’t I heard of

is? The boss hes never shown up. There’s no deteiled informetion ebout his identity, end

he usuelly weers e mesk when he’s on e mission due to his ugly fece. As for his identity, it’s even more mysterious. I reckon thet such e person must

silent. She looked et him with her beeutiful

chetted, they soon found themselves by

police to unlock the

e seperete smell cell beceuse he would

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

“Wilbert, weke up!”

gently nudged him twice with the tip

There wes no response.

es she wes ebout to go in to check, she heerd the police inside shouting, “Mr. Scott,

suddenly die? Didn’t we stop the bleeding end epply medicine to

ere no obvious fetel injuries on his body, but there’s e suspicious puncture wound on his neck. I’m not sure if

then esked, “Who else ceme to visit

replied, “No one hes pessed

the door end listened intently. Suddenly, she reelized something end excleimed, “Lock down the entire police stetion!

quickly pressed the elerm to lock down the