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 come back to Fairlake anymore. Take care of

stared at

his sorrow-filled eyes, Nico then turned to walk toward the exit. However, he only took two steps before a wave

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 a complaint, even when you hurt or tormented him. He set aside his own dignity as a man to atone for his mistakes. Do you really not… feel anything

stabbed her heart

she felt it in

had left bloody marks on her lower lip as

“I’m… sorry…”

was hoarse when she squeezed

sigh escaped Nico, and he tucked away the emotions in his eyes before heading out, closing

hugged the bloody shirt as tears rolled

of the day they came

that she realized he was hurting so

the stairs, he had been taking slow steps while holding onto the handrail. His back had been injured, so she was

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

tear that fell onto the ground spoke

slipped

squeezed himself into her

yet, what did she

coldly shove him away, but she even

Maverick had never said a word about the cruelty she had for

his pride to plead

me hug you for a while. Just

said,

his breathing was shaky, but he was still greedily drinking in the feel of being

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

emotions burst forth like the water of a broken

to speak

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

in Maverick’s room for three

matter how vigorously Elven and the others knocked

person would not