Wooing My Ex-Wife

Gwendolyn clenched her hands tightly as she listened to the low growls coming from inside. However, her face was still cold and emotionless when she looked at Elven.

“Do you think I’ve gone too far?” Elven knelt down on the spot.

“That’s not what I meant.

You were drugged last night.

It’s only fair to make up for the suffering you endured, but I know that you don’t really want to kill Mr. Wright.” Gwendolyn felt much better after she heard that. She looked at Quinton after contemplating for a while.

“Go to the Wright residence and bring Frida over here.

Be quick.” “Yes, Ms. Shalders.” Quinton set off immediately. The rest of them stood at the basement door, listening as the growling and struggling sounds grew more intense as though Maverick was on the brink of despair. Even the tall and burly bodyguards found it difficult to continue listening and felt as though they were also being subjected to a cruel form of torture. Ten minutes later, Gwendolyn finally spoke up.

“Open the door.

Get a bucket of ice water and bring it over.

It’ll help him cool down.” The bodyguards obeyed Gwendolyn’s orders after a brief moment of shock and went to get some ice cubes to mix with a bucket of water. Creak. The basement door opened, allowing a sliver of light to seep in.

That beam of light stretched Maverick’s shadow long and thin in the center. Maverick lay curled up on the floor, just like a baby in its mother’s womb. The floor beneath him was soaked with sweat, and his hair was also damp from perspiration as it hung limply over his forehead.

He struggled to open

through the effects of the drug as well? Can this lessen some

Gwendolyn did not budge

was ice cold to the core after

even more violently, and his teeth chattered

it directly on his head!” Gwendolyn’s grip on the armrest of the chair tightened abruptly.

Maverick. The massive impact caused Maverick to cough violently. The heart-wrenching sound of coughing echoed throughout the basement as if his lungs were about

extremely frustrated by Ryan’s approach, which seemed

stand up to check on Maverick when

Frida had still been in a cast, lying in the private ward of the Wright residence. When Quinton showed up at the door with a scowl on his face, Frida could easily tell that it wasn’t going to be anything good, and she tried her best to play

could with her leg in a cast. She collapsed

panicked as she noticed

die! He mustn’t die!” Frida had been arrogant for most of her life, and this was the first time she had broken down in tears in front of

you! Please save him! He hasn’t done

him like this? You

couple? Gwendolyn sneered, “Despite being married into the Wright family for all these years, I have never experienced any

you not treat me as a daughter, you

you despise the most is torturing your most precious son?” Frida was stunned for two seconds before crying out in despair, “I feel awful! I feel like

so harsh on you,

I’m

“I can’t save him.