Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right by Minerva Sowle

Chapter 127

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 looked like a helpless and pitiful puppy that had been injured.

to the point of exhaustion, yet his

as he felt the blinding light

a slender and familiar figure

figure longingly. His voice was hoarse as he

how

the drug as well? Can this lessen

before him. It seemed so close that he could touch it as soon as he reached out, yet it felt so distant as if there was an insurmountable barrier forever separating the two of

the backlight, but

was a hundred times

not budge as she watched him

slightly as she noticed that Maverick’s gaze hadn’t left her since he opened

least utter a single sentence that contained a hint

Ryan pouring ice-cold water over his

couldn’t bear the sudden, drastic change in temperature. He was ice cold to the core after being poured the bucket of ice water. His entire body

his head!” Gwendolyn’s grip on the armrest of the chair

ordered, Ms. Shalders?” Ryan was shocked by her aggressive demeanor. His hand trembled, and he accidentally poured the remaining

impact caused Maverick

echoed throughout the basement as if his lungs were

approach, which seemed to cause more harm than good. She was about to stand

armrest loosened slightly

back into her chair, her usual icy haughtiness returning

in a cast, lying in the private ward of the

his face, Frida could easily tell that it wasn’t going to be anything good, and she tried

the end, she was forcefully dragged over by

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