The Ex and Her Riches

Upon seeing someone faint, the man wearing a ghost mask finally removed it.

Under the moonlight, the man’s dark gaze was cold and unfathomable, filled with icy bloodlust as he looked at Charles.

Nico stepped forward and asked, “Boss, how should we handle this?”

“Tie up these two subordinates and throw them in the car. As for Charles…”

Maverick’s voice suddenly stopped, and he narrowed his eyes. His expression was fierce. “Hang him up and take him to the cabin that is ready. Gwendolyn will be here in about ten minutes. Before she arrives, let’s interrogate him first.”

“Understood.”

Charles was abruptly awakened by a splash of cold water.

When he woke up, he found his hands tied behind his back and suspended from a broken beam in the dilapidated house. His feet barely touched the ground, and he had to stand on his tiptoes to maintain his balance.

That position was extremely tiring, especially as the arms became unbearably sore. If he was being suspended for an hour, the arms could ache to the point of dislocation, and the armpits would bruise and become swollen.

He let out a soft chuckle.

That torturous method was clearly a tactic commonly used by the military.

“What are you laughing at?”

A deliberately lowered, deep male voice rang out from nearby.

Charles glanced over.

It was the man with the ghost mask he had seen before he fainted. The man was leisurely and elegantly leaning against a wooden pillar.

Charles’ deep blue eyes showed not the slightest hint of panic. His face was still carrying a smile.

“I’m not sure what I did to offend the Federal Bureau of Investigation. You’re setting me up to arrest me.”

The masked man approached him and said, “Recently, a labeled sample of S404 RNA Virus has gone missing from the lab. I checked the records, and you were in the lab half a month ago.”

Charles was indignant. “I’m not the only one who visited the lab, so why do you suspect that I took it?”

Realm Bar, someone just happened to use that

“How did

silver mask from his face, revealing Maverick’s handsome yet cold and

at his face, feeling shocked. “It’s actually you! How could you have this mask? I can’t believe it. How could

something was off about Maverick before and even had someone investigate him. Maverick’s profile was too clean, which made

However…

not simple, there was no way he could be involved with the Federal Bureau

as he observed Charles’

because you tracked me down, but to harm Gwendolyn. You pretend to love her so

I truly love

firmly refused to

sneering while staring at Maverick. “You’re deliberately using the name of the Federal Bureau of Investigation to get information from me? Do you think I’d believe you? You’re nothing but the young CEO of the Wright family in Fairlake. How could this

eyes were cold, but he did

you really think you can keep me here for long? Tomorrow, my people will notice my disappearance. Kidnapping and assaulting the director of the Central Intelligence Agency is no small crime.

“Oh?”

and

on the man’s face, which did not seem to be feigned, and then

the Federal Bureau of Investigation, was crafted from pure silver by a skilled artisan exclusively. With its intricate design process, unique patterns, and unparalleled craftsmanship,

he

the door, Nico knocked softly and said, “Boss, it’s been five minutes. Ms.

“All right.”

his attention back to Charles, getting straight to the point. “You got this potion half a month ago, but you only came to Fairlake a week ago. There

down at the ground, smiling but

hair, forcing him

know very well the methods the Federal Bureau of Investigation uses to deal with stubborn individuals. Are

his words. Veins bulged on his forehead as he gritted his teeth in

“How dare you!”

I am. Considering what you’ve done this time,

speaking, his gaze grew increasingly fierce and filled with surging

looked into his eyes, and after a brief two-second pause, he burst into laughter. “You’re not the young

way the head of the Federal Bureau of Investigation could merely be

did not say

saying that I have an ulterior motive for getting close to Gwendolyn, but she probably doesn’t even know your identity. Don’t you have a motive too? What’s your purpose in acting weak and pitiful

clenching

about to be torn off. His expression

you already know that it wasn’t sulfuric acid that day, you should be well aware that your days are numbered! If I

rage as he released his grip on the man’s hair and threw a fierce

swelled up, turning into a deep