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.”

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 blood-curdling

standing nearby, was deeply

calm and contented as she

someone unexpectedly grabbed her wrist. She turned her head and saw Maverick with

low, raspy voice, “You’ve

silent, contentedly indulging in Maverick’s

finished eating the last orange, Nico completed his

in wounds and drenched in fresh blood, Samantha’s hair clung to her head, soaked with sweat. She looked disheveled and pitiful; her agony was so

pinpointing areas that inflicted intense pain without being life-threatening. At first sight, Samantha looked like a bloody rag doll, but in reality, her wounds

Nico. She had assumed he would be

glanced at Maverick but chose not to

smoothed her dress, and gestured for Shirley

she hurried to

gala day. My eight billion and eight hundred million have been in the Lane family’s hands for quite some time now. Do you want to return it yourselves, or should I

as she glared at

prepare for their departure but then remembered the explosion 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

Gwendolyn’s sudden raid, causing them to shake in fear. In their panic, they completely forgot

over! I’ll make sure you pay for this! I’ll have you locked up for the rest of your life!” Shirley’s enraged and vengeful

on the other hand, was completely unfazed as she carried on

savored the glimmering sunlight along the street. Although it might not

of Shadow Bell were given orders to

was still plenty of time in the afternoon, Gwendolyn had Nico and Neville escort Maverick back to the villa while she

completing her work tasks, Gwendolyn left the office half an hour ahead of schedule to meet up with

afternoon incident at the Lane residence, finding it both amusing and

Fairlake is still quite extensive. She won’t let

the coffee, her expression nonchalant. “I’d be more worried if Shirley

Gwendolyn’s words, Treyton recognized her determination and felt relieved. He affectionately tousled her hair, but Gwendolyn gently held his hand in place as her

paused before saying, “What’s the matter? Shouldn’t you be happy

“Treyton…”

“Did Maverick go to Crane Bridge on the night of the

then turned grave and serious in an