Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right by Minerva Sowle

“Ahh! What is this…”

Inside the hemp sack was an unconscious woman. Her hair was so messy, resembling a bird’s nest, covering her face. Her body emitted a sour odor.

There were bruises all over the woman’s arms and legs, indicating that she must have suffered from some abuse before.

Samantha looked up at the man with a puzzled expression on her face.

The man did not speak and just smiled. However, that smile was meaningful.

Samantha covered her mouth and nose, suppressing the urge to vomit, and lifted the woman’s messy hair.

“Is… this Natasha?”

Wasn’t she sent to jail by Gwendolyn? I heard she was sentenced to ten years. How did she get out so soon?

“She was divorced by the Wright family and disowned by the Mossey family. She’s nothing now, just a useless person. How useful can she be?”

The man was still smiling. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

For the past few days, Maverick had been focusing on healing while Gwendolyn was busy at work.

Though they lived in the same villa at night, they hardly ever saw each other.

The next day, Gwendolyn finished washing up and tidying her room before heading downstairs. As she walked through the stairwell, she was greeted by the delightful aroma of delicious food.

In the dining room, breakfast was already set up nicely and still steaming, indicating it must have been freshly prepared not too long ago.

Gwendolyn’s lips curled into a smile. In such a short time, someone’s cooking skills have improved rapidly.

Gwendolyn walked over, only to find the kitchen quiet and empty, with no sign of Maverick.

So Gwendolyn called out, “Elven, where’s Maverick?”

“Ms. Shalders, Mr. Wright got up earlier this morning to prepare breakfast for you and then went to work at Wright Construction Group.”

Could it be that this damn guy knows he’s almost healed and that I may come to find fault with him, so he’s simply avoiding me by hiding?

Gwendolyn chuckled and shook her head. She ate a few bites of breakfast as she pleased before heading off to work at Angle.

Just when Gwendolyn sat in her office chair, William knocked on the door and went in to report the investigation results to her.

wasn’t lying. Mr. Ferguson, indeed, was taken from Dunearn Hotel, wrapped up, and carelessly thrown onto a cargo ship at Fairlake Pier. As for

then continued, “Although the surveillance camera at Dunearn Hotel during that time was

from the surveillance footage with both

Ms. Shalders, don’t

took the photo and carefully

occasionally worked together for more than half a month. As a result, she had seen Nico a few times and had

basically rule out the possibility

as if a weight had been lifted from her heart. Gwendolyn put down the photo and continued giving orders. “Keep searching for Natasha’s whereabouts until we find her. Also, investigate if there have been any recent

“Yes, Ms. Shalders.”

to

Gwendolyn was lost in

can’t find anything, then such a meticulous modus operandi could very likely be the work of the person from

about Natasha’s disappearance. She even sensed

anxiously pondered,

Gwendolyn unexpectedly found out Joaquin’s filming had mysteriously

called Joaquin’s

Joseph Xanthos from the neighboring film production team. Mr. Xanthos is not someone to be messed with. So they fought, and Mr. Xanthos ended up in the hospital. Many spectators who visited Fairlake Film Studios witnessed

her frown deepened. “Why wasn’t this incident reported

the film production team. However, I didn’t expect Mr. Xanthos’ injury to be quite serious this time, and Joaquin

fell silent for

home, the latter

“Okay, I got it.”

to pay a visit to the Zipper residence in person. That was to prevent Patrick from getting too upset and hitting Joaquin

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