The Ex and Her Riches

Nico recomposed himself before continuing, “Mr. Wright was actually… the captain of the Federal Bureau of Investigation’s Team Fourteen. There was an urgent summon from the Federal Bureau of Investigation, and they never do this unless there’s something major happening. But Mr. Wright didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye. He wanted to do one last thing for you, so he requested to report to the bureau three days later. The injuries he sustained were the punishment he received for going against orders.”

There was civil conflict at that time. The collapse of a regime would happen at any time, and the change of power was imminent. It had been a massive incident.

Yet, Maverick had chosen to stay for three more days, even if it meant that he was going to be punished.

Nico suppressed his heartache and said, “It was thirty whips. He was whipped until he vomited blood, and in the end, the executioner could not bring himself to continue to do it, so he only whipped Mr. Wright twenty times.”

Gwendolyn was confused as she looked at the bloody shirt in her hands.

“What kind of whip could make him vomit blood in twenty strikes?”

“It’s not an ordinary whip; it’s a whip with steel wires wrapped around it. The whip has barbs on it, and even a gentle stroke could make the skin a bloody mess. The executioner had not shown him any mercy as every time the whip struck him, it went deep into his flesh. Mr. Wright barely had any spots for the executioner to strike because of his burns, so the last five strikes had been on his lower back…” Nico trailed off, unable to continue anymore.

He was livid and heartbroken.

Gwendolyn did not dare to imagine what the scene was like. Even hearing about it was making her feel the pain.

His back was already covered in wounds, so how did he withstand such a severe punishment? No wonder things went south for him this time. He went to kill for me despite his grievous injuries. Did he not think about how he might die?

Her throat tightened, and she gripped the blood-soaked shirt until her knuckles went white.

Nonetheless, Nico was right in front of her, so she forced her tears away.

On the other hand, Nico felt bad for his boss when he saw no tears from Gwendolyn despite telling her the truth.

He’s so unlucky to have fallen for such a ruthless woman.

Alas, he was merely a subordinate and an outsider to the incident, so he had no right to comment on Gwendolyn’s reaction.

leaving. I’m Mr. Wright’s subordinate, and now that he’s gone, I’m going to have to work for another boss. I’m afraid… I won’t

stared at

exit. However, he only took two steps before a wave of resentment surged in his

he had already fallen in love with you during your three-year marriage. Noah used him during your plane incident without Mr. Wright’s knowledge. Even while being pursued by Mr. Asher, he searched for you for half a month. In the end, you sought revenge on him, humiliating and tormenting him. Despite that, every time you were in danger, he risked his life to save you. He never uttered

her heart like

was so intense she felt it in her

teeth had left bloody marks on her lower lip as overwhelming guilt and self-blame threatened to

“I’m… sorry…”

when she

away the emotions in his eyes before heading out, closing the door

he was gone, Gwendolyn hugged the bloody shirt as tears rolled uncontrollably down

the day they came back

in the car. It was then that she realized he was hurting so much that he

holding onto the handrail. His back had been injured, so she was certain

not cook right away. He had said he was tired, and Gwendolyn finally realized that he must

that fell onto the ground spoke

agonizing, he wouldn’t have slipped up

he had squeezed himself into her arms

yet, what did she

him away, but she

never said a word about the cruelty she had for

all his pride

me hug you for

said,

even his breathing was shaky, but he was still greedily drinking

badly injured? Was he afraid that I’d feel guilty? Was he afraid that I was going to terminate

forth like the water of a broken

whispered, unable to speak in

to Charles, but from now on, I’ll call you Mavy so that you’ll know that

three whole days without

knocked on

not be able to