Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right by Minerva Sowle

The humiliating memories were brought to mind.

Samantha glared at Gwendolyn while her gaze was filled with a fierce hatred that made her look murderous.

“I have no idea where they are. And even if I did, I wouldn’t share that with you! In fact, I’m still hoping for them to kill you!”

“So, you’re not telling, huh?”

Despite the gentle tone of Gwendolyn’s voice, her eyes held a trace of coldness.

“Well then, it’s time for us to settle the score.”

Gwendolyn paused briefly, retracting the dagger from Samantha’s chin and shifting it slowly to her right shoulder blade. “When my car exploded that day, a shard accidentally cut my shoulder. Let’s start there.”

Fear filled Samantha’s eyes as her face grew pale, and she vigorously shook her head. “No, please! It had nothing to do with me! It was your own carelessness… Ahh!”

A piercing scream then echoed across the horizon.

With icy brutality, Gwendolyn raised her hand and plunged the dagger down.

Samantha shivered in agony, her body drenched in a cold sweat, while blood seeped from her shoulder, staining her white dress.

Samantha glared angrily at Gwendolyn with frustration and warned, “Just wait and see, you wicked woman! I won’t let you get away with this!”

Gwendolyn commented, “You still have the energy to curse, so it seems you’re not in much pain.” She then moved the dagger closer to Samantha’s pale arm and offered, “I’ll give you one last chance. Where are the people backing you and Natasha?”

Samantha bit her lip fiercely as Gwendolyn prepared to strike again.

Samantha then hurriedly exclaimed, “I have no clue; I swear! He never revealed his identity to me. He only informs me when there’s a mission, and he also has Natasha with him. I genuinely don’t know!”

Gwendolyn stared at Samantha for a moment; she then put away the dagger and sat back down on the recliner.

Samantha thought that Gwendolyn had spared her.

However, she barely had a chance to relax when she saw Gwendolyn pass the knife to Nico, her voice calm yet chillingly merciless. “I had a knife wound on my arm that day, but Elven and Ezra were slashed countless times. Take care of this; you know what to do.”

that sudden instruction, Nico paused briefly and then happily received the dagger. “Don’t worry; I’ll take care of it. You can count

“No, don’t… Ahh!”

filled with

was deeply distressed by that

remained calm and contented

wrist. She turned her head and saw Maverick with a handkerchief, half-crouched by her side, tenderly wiping

explained in a low, raspy voice, “You’ve got a little blood here. It’s

contentedly indulging in

the last orange, Nico completed his task as

her head, soaked with sweat. She looked disheveled and pitiful; her agony was so

first

had assumed he would be kind and compassionate, but it turned out he was

at Maverick

stood up, smoothed her dress, and

Shirley regained her freedom, she hurried to Samantha’s side,

billion and eight hundred million have been in the Lane family’s hands for quite some time now. Do you want to return it

she glared at Gwendolyn

that had occurred in her car the last time. As a result, she ordered the destruction of all the luxury cars at the Lane residence and had the orange tree in the backyard taken away, as

the Lane residence were terrified by Gwendolyn’s sudden raid, causing them to shake in fear. In their panic, they completely forgot to attend to Samantha, who had collapsed in front of

I’ll have you locked up for the rest of your life!” Shirley’s enraged

completely unfazed as she carried

drew near, Gwendolyn leisurely savored the glimmering sunlight along the street. Although it might not have been warm, she still found it

successfully carried out, the members of Shadow Bell were given orders to silently return

Gwendolyn had Nico and Neville escort Maverick back to the villa while she made her

tasks, Gwendolyn left the office half an

it both

family for many years, and her network in Fairlake is still quite extensive. She won’t let this go easily, so be prepared for what is coming for

nonchalant. “I’d be more worried if Shirley didn’t give me any trouble,”

felt relieved. He affectionately tousled her hair,

the matter? Shouldn’t you be happy that you’ve just settled

“Treyton…”

the

turned grave and