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.”

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

“No, don’t… Ahh!”

filled

nearby, was deeply

calm and contented as

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

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

remained silent, contentedly indulging

last orange, Nico completed his task as

blood, Samantha’s hair clung to her head, soaked with sweat. She looked disheveled and pitiful; her agony was so intense that

being life-threatening. At first sight, Samantha looked like a bloody rag doll, but in

a second glance at Nico. She had assumed he would be kind and compassionate, but it

pondered this, Gwendolyn subtly glanced at Maverick but chose not to

and gestured for Shirley to be

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

in the Lane family’s hands for quite some time now.

as she glared

As a result, she ordered the destruction of all the luxury cars at the Lane residence and had the

to shake in fear. In their panic, they completely forgot to attend to Samantha, who had collapsed in front of the

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

the other hand, was completely unfazed as she carried

along the street. Although it might not have been warm, she still found it refreshing, leaving

Bell

afternoon, Gwendolyn had Nico and Neville escort Maverick back to

her work tasks, Gwendolyn left the office half an hour ahead of schedule to

finding it

has been in charge of the Lane family for many years, and her network in Fairlake is still quite extensive. She won’t let this go easily,

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

felt relieved. He affectionately tousled her hair, but

the matter? Shouldn’t you be happy that you’ve just settled your scores at the Lane

“Treyton…”

on the night of the charity gala? Was he the one who jumped into the river

turned grave and serious