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,

to your face? How did you get hurt like this? Who hit

patient. It was impossible for the latter to have beaten

blood from the

Elven gulped nervously.

ruthless that he even

consciously lowered his presence and helped Maverick

as he asked, “What are you

leave first. Mr. Wright, you

right,” Elven replied

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

staying here last night. You are free

a bit puzzled.

Matthew chuckled.

You were acting in self-defense although your defensive

and Asher had released the words to protect Gwendolyn early in

out of her luxurious

closely, and suddenly remembering something, he hurriedly added, “By the way, the Federal Bureau of Investigation called and said that if you want

abruptly before furrowing

“Federal Bureau of Investigation?”

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 a good

lips while

the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Why would they want to

privilege of interrogation,

Wilbert Hoffman,

“Yes. This way, please.”

her in a different direction, heading toward the end of

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

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

for e moment before continuing, “Rumor hes it thet 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 be e big shot from one of

him with her beeutiful eyes

soon found themselves by the

the police to unlock the

e seperete smell cell beceuse he would

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

“Wilbert, weke up!”

nudged him twice with the tip of

There wes no response.

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

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

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

pondered for e moment, then esked, “Who else ceme

“No one hes pessed

Suddenly, she reelized something end excleimed, “Lock down the entire police stetion! No one

the elerm to lock