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.

look in his eyes, Nico pulled out a knife and

constricted with

he might have to spend the rest of his life

What a ruthless person!

Nico sneered. “Can you please

Quinton

Shalders, but instead of thanking him, Mr. Harris locked him up and left him to suffer from a high fever. Isn’t that a bit

and Quinton did not know what he

two work for

the sense of

about this, but you two will have to let our subordinates each throw

steam? They’re going to use us

escape, William said, “Don’t hit

smiled. “Sure, as you

even more difficult to explain the situation to

Wright doesn’t know about this, so don’t snitch and

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

word and turned to leave the basement. Soon after, a terrible wail echoed

in the hospital for two days, Gwendolyn

did was to meet

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

two assassins were locked in the basement of Treyton’s mansion and tied to chairs with iron chains. Their faces and bodies were covered in wounds, indicating they had

she sat down just three meters away from the

the assassins, she was slightly taken aback, and her red lips curved into

only man who answered my question

icy cold, and he turned his

had always

one hand, her face beaming with an enchanting smile. “Hey, Handsome. Others may not know the inside story, but you definitely do. If you

voice was

the nickname and glanced at her subconsciously, almost getting sucked into her innocent,

What a vixen!

his head away and closed his eyes,

If one were to leak a secret, they would only face a more miserable death. By gritting their teeth

you not going to say it? Gwendolyn pursed her lips and instructed

haven’t confessed anything yet. Should we really let them

did not seem to be

with a black cloth

in

few people to trail them. If someone tries to silence them,

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

it was for them to expose their weaknesses. It would

an intelligent man, and he immediately understood her intentions. Without hesitation, he set out to get