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.”

happily received the dagger. “Don’t worry; I’ll take care of

“No, don’t… Ahh!”

was filled with blood-curdling

was deeply distressed by

calm and contented as she

wrist. She turned her head and saw Maverick with a handkerchief,

in a low, raspy voice, “You’ve got a

silent, contentedly indulging in

Gwendolyn finished eating the last orange, Nico completed his

blood, Samantha’s hair clung to her head, soaked with sweat. She

areas that inflicted intense pain without being life-threatening. At first sight, Samantha looked like a bloody

glance at Nico. She had assumed

subtly glanced at Maverick

her dress, and gestured for

hurried to Samantha’s side, bawling her eyes

repayment for the debt from the charity gala day. My eight billion and eight hundred million have been in the Lane

silent as she glared at

did not actually expect a response from Shirley. She then commanded her people to 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

terrified by Gwendolyn’s sudden raid, causing them to shake in fear. In their panic,

for this! I’ll have you locked up for the rest of your life!” Shirley’s enraged and vengeful cry could still be heard from behind as they left the entrance of the Lane

unfazed as she carried on without

savored the glimmering sunlight along the street. Although it might not have been warm,

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

plenty of time in the afternoon, Gwendolyn had Nico and Neville escort

half an hour ahead

at the Lane residence, finding it both amusing and ridiculous. He then handed

Fairlake is still quite

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

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

“What’s the matter? Shouldn’t you be happy that you’ve just settled your scores

“Treyton…”

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

face then turned grave and