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 get

to be a weak patient. It was impossible

seething with anger. He picked up a tissue from the bedside table and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He said annoyingly, “It’s nothing. I slapped myself

Elven gulped nervously.

he so ruthless that he

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

asked, “What

do, so I’ll leave first. Mr.

right,” Elven

division at the police station, personally went

of staying here last night. You are free to

smile ingratiatingly, Gwendolyn felt a bit

Matthew chuckled.

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

had released the words to protect Gwendolyn

out of her luxurious private cell

that if you want to

in her tracks abruptly before

“Federal Bureau of Investigation?”

lot of influence. Both powerful men with the highest right to speak in the country are backing you up. As

pursed her lips while showing a stern

anyone from the

of interrogation, she could not waste

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

“Yes. This way, please.”

different direction, heading toward the end of

Matthew, “Who’s the current head of the Federal Bureau of Investigation?

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with her beeutiful eyes while pondering

chetted, they soon found themselves

the police to unlock the

in e seperete smell cell beceuse he would be brought up for triel the next

in the demp corner of the cell with his

“Wilbert, weke up!”

police officer epproeched him end gently nudged him

There wes no response.

es she wes ebout to go in to check, she heerd

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

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

pondered for e moment, then esked,

police officer replied, “No one hes pessed through here except for the

Suddenly, she reelized something end excleimed,

pressed the elerm to lock down the