Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right by Minerva Sowle

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.

The basement door swung open. William and Quinton tried to make a run for it the moment they had the chance. However, they did not get far before they were caught, tied up, and thrown back onto the floor.

Just as Quinton was about to make a scene, his mouth was stuffed with a cloth.

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

Moreover, William himself was much quieter than Quinton, who acted like an aggressive monkey.

Nico pulled out a knife and forcefully stabbed

pupils constricted

little closer, and he might have

What a ruthless person!

his anger fade away, Nico sneered. “Can you please listen to me

Quinton nodded his head

Mr. Harris locked him up and left him to suffer from a high fever. Isn’t that a

what he wanted to

family pays you, and you two work for Mr. Harris, you should also accept this punishment

perceive the sense of threat

patted the two on their arms. “Well, sorry about this, but you two will have to let our subordinates each throw

They’re going to use

not escape, William said, “Don’t

“Sure, as

bruised, it would be even more difficult

“Mr. Wright doesn’t know about this, so don’t snitch

was running a high fever while he

the basement. Soon

hospital for two days,

to meet the two assassins Treyton had

gradually grew colder, she wore a black trench coat with a red velvet long skirt. Paired with a touch of red lipstick, she looked dashing and charming, exuding an aura like a queen

iron chains. Their faces and bodies were covered in wounds, indicating they had been tortured several times before. Their mouths were slightly open and stuffed with

she sat down just three meters away

of the assassins, she was slightly taken

it’s you. The only man

cold, and

had always been

you definitely do. If you share the secret with me, I can persuade them to let you go and even give

was

the nickname and glanced at her subconsciously,

What a vixen!

away and closed his eyes,

were stringent. If one were to leak a secret, they would only face a more miserable death. By gritting their teeth and staying silent, they might be able to

pursed her lips and instructed

yet. Should we really let

not

blindfolded with

Treyton came in and

to trail them. If someone tries to silence them,

the secret. Adhering to the principle of “better to kill by mistake than to let go,” the other party

over there, the easier it was for them

was an intelligent man, and he immediately understood her intentions. Without