Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right by Minerva Sowle

Chapter 152

Over forty men dressed in black charged forward from both sides at the leader’s command.

Gwendolyn’s expression was solemn as she grasped Elven’s and Ezra’s hands and whispered, “I’ve already informed Treyton. Don’t risk your lives to fight them. I want both of you to stay alive!”

Just a moment ago, she had secretly sent a message using her phone while speaking to the assassins. She only needed to hold on for ten more minutes before Treyton’s men arrived.

Upon hearing this, Elven and Ezra became even more determined to protect her at all costs and attacked the approaching assassins brutally, showing no mercy.

The tight-fitting gown made it difficult for Gwendolyn to lift her legs.

She immediately tore off a small strip of fabric from the slit of her gown and quickly wrapped it around her right shoulder to stop the bleeding.

While she was doing this, an assassin suddenly charged at her.

She swiftly dodged to the side and kicked the man’s groin with her twelve-centimeter stilettos. His face turned pale from the pain, and Gwendolyn knocked him out by hitting the back of his neck before he could react.

With forty men against three, the scene was extremely chaotic.

Meanwhile, a fierce and bloody fight broke out in the cabin.

Nico and Neville were strong, but Samantha’s men were too. The chaos lasted for five minutes.

As Maverick thought of Samantha’s earlier words, his heart twisted in pain.

He couldn’t wait any longer. The longer he stayed here, the more danger Gwendolyn would be in.

“Nico, come with me to save Gwendolyn. Everyone, cover us and retreat!”

The scent of blood permeated the air on Crane Bridge.

Elven and Ezra had each snatched a machete from their opponents. Their gazes were filled with rage as they attacked relentlessly.

However, too many enemies were charging at them, one after another. Their strength was drained within just a few minutes, leaving them barely able to fend off the onslaught. Although the blades slashed their backs and legs, they simply gritted their teeth and withstood the pain.

Gwendolyn was already injured, so her strength depleted fast. A momentary lapse of concentration had her being slashed in her arm again.

long trail of blood. The pain caused her

on her bleeding wound with her hand, bit her lower lip to

blood, were still fighting back despite suffering

continues, we will die before Treyton

splattering everywhere, rage

even a million-fold, for the pain

the stone pillars on Crane Bridge, her hair disheveled by the

the smile on her bloodstained face still looked

from above, her pride and aloofness remained undiminished despite her being wounded, as if they were carved into

escape from those who want to kill me, but even

off the ten-meter-high

“Ms. Shalders! No!”

scream was the last thing she heard before

water. The dim yellow

experienced an intense headache while unclear images continuously flashed before her

dad, but I don’t? Can you share

it? Who exactly is

unbearable pain. A blurry image of a young girl staring at her and laughing non-stopped

the laughter and the little girl’s blurry

to struggle, so her body sank deeper into

going to

Her consciousness gradually faded.

someone grabbing her tightly before giving her oxygen through his mouth, thus pulling her back from

up, the first thing she saw

are you feeling

voice rang

head, and Treyton’s handsome face gradually

hoarse voice, she

now. Your fever just subsided.

raise his voice at her as he scolded, “You’ve got to be kidding me. Winter is just around the corner, and the lake is freezing cold. Besides, you were injured. What if you get a wound infection? Don’t you

into a faint smile, reassuring him. Then she asked,

up but still replied softly, “They’re fine. Although they have many

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