Wooing My Ex-Wife

Maverick’s voice had gone hoarse, and he did not feel like talking.

He turned over and continued to sleep.

When he rushed over last night, he happened to hear Gwendolyn’s shout and watched helplessly as she jumped into the river.

That feeling of his heart pounding away uncontrollably was so unbearably suffocating.

Just thinking about it made his heart ache.

He would never let this happen again.

Nico noticed he was being ignored and knew he simply could not get through to Maverick.

After so many years of working for Maverick, this was the first time Nico had seen him going all out for someone.

Boss, please take a good rest.

If you need anything, just call me.

Don’t force yourself.

Nico sighed helplessly, poured Maverick a cup of warm water, and placed it on the bedside table.

Then, he turned around, left the room, and gently closed the door behind him.

Maverick was still feverish, and his mind was already groggy.

He quickly fell back asleep.

The villa was silent and pitch-black in the dead of night.

Nico made his way down to the basement, his face gloomy.

Neville and a few other subordinates were guarding the basement door.

William and Quinton had been awake for quite some time.

They were extremely furious about being locked up and kept banging on the door while shouting.

Neville saw Nico approaching and walked up.

“How’s it going? Is the boss feeling better now?” Nico nodded.

Neville breathed a sigh of relief.

He gritted his teeth and continued, “Can we just get rid of these two? They’ve been cursing non-stop since they woke up.

I don’t think I can hold it in any longer!” Nico’s expression was grim, too.

Although he could do nothing to Treyton, at least he could vent his anger on the two lackeys of the Harris family.

After all, it did not matter as long as their lives were spared.

Open the door.

Let me in.

basement door

a run for it

they did not get far before they were caught, tied up, and thrown back onto the

as Quinton was about to make a scene, his mouth was stuffed

William had reluctantly spoken up for Maverick before, Nico appreciated his favor and did not forcefully

quieter than Quinton, who acted

with his mouth covered, Quinton continued making annoying muffled

it into

constricted

a little closer, and he might have to spend the rest of his

ruthless person! Seeing his anger fade away,

please listen to me seriously?” William remained

saved Ms. Shalders, but instead of thanking him, Mr. Harris

a bit too much? This really made us

know what he wanted to do, so

work for Mr. Harris, you

barely perceive the sense of

two on their arMs. “Well, sorry about this, but you two will have to let our subordinates each throw a few punches to let off some steam, and then we’ll let you

They’re going to use us as punching bags! Knowing he could not escape, William said, “Don’t hit the face!”

“Sure, as you wish.

were badly bruised, it would be even more difficult to explain the situation to Gwendolyn if she

got up and

about this, so don’t snitch and let

feeling a bit guilty when he found out Maverick was running a high fever while he

go easy on us?” Nico did not say a word

a terrible wail echoed

hospital for two days,

she did was to meet the two assassins

wore a black trench coat with a red velvet

dashing and charming, exuding an aura like a

of Treyton’s mansion and tied

covered in wounds,

stuffed with cloth strips to prevent them

a chair for Gwendolyn, and she sat down

face of one of the assassins, she was slightly taken

Oh, it’s you.

who answered my

gaze was icy cold, and he turned

always

her cheek on one hand, her face beaming with an

“Hey, Handsome.

not know the inside story, but you

the secret with me, I can persuade them to let you go

do you say?” Her voice was

at her subconsciously, almost getting sucked into her innocent, harmless,

his head away and closed his eyes, ignoring

Their rules were stringent.

leak a secret, they would only face a more

their teeth and staying silent, they

it? Gwendolyn pursed her lips and instructed the

Ms. Shalders, they haven’t confessed

really let

not seem