Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right by Minerva Sowle

This meant that the money would not be given away just like that; it would be fully recovered eventually. They would only be temporarily keeping the money in their pockets for now.

Indeed, it was heart-wrenching.

The group of police officers, who had been indulging in fantasies of being showered with Gwendolyn’s money, instantly snapped out of their daydreams.

What a ruthless woman. We cannot afford to mess with her!

Shirley had intended to demand an exorbitant price for the Fruit of Prosperity from Gwendolyn. However, at this moment, she was utterly drained and couldn’t even recollect this matter.

Once she was done, Gwendolyn stretched out her hand and massaged her shoulder lazily.

Maverick noticed her movements and quickly stepped forward, carefully massaging her shoulders and neck with his slender hands.

Gwendolyn didn’t refuse and enjoyed his service as she turned her head to look at Charles and Matthew.

“Mr. Newton, Mr. Scott, the money has been paid. Can we leave now?”

Gwendolyn referred to him as “Mr. Newton” but not Charles.

Matthew didn’t hear Charles’ response and unconsciously shot him a glance.

He noticed that Charles was staring at Maverick giving Gwendolyn a shoulder massage, his pupils deep and focused, without uttering a word.

Matthew could only answer himself, “Yes, you and Mr. Wright are free to leave whenever you desire.”

Having received their permission, Gwendolyn left without looking back, with Maverick following closely behind her. The bodyguards also began to move after them.

That scene resembled a massive troop on the move.

As soon as they stepped out of the interrogation room, Shirley was heard shouting from behind. “Call an ambulance! Hurry!”

Samantha had passed out from the pain.

Gwendolyn curled her lips contentedly and walked away briskly.

After coming out of the police station, Gwendolyn dismissed the large group of bodyguards, leaving only William and Nico behind.

voice rang out. “Gwendolyn, it has been many years since we last met. How about having lunch

brows, his dark

an annoyed glance at

second ago instantly transformed into an aggrieved one the moment he noticed her glance toward

eyelashes quivered

a pitiful little child longing

his thin lips as he quietly rolled up his sleeves, revealing the swollen blood marks on his wrist. “Gwendolyn, I want to go back to the villa. How about I make you lunch when we arrive

in changing his expressions, so

time Nico had ever witnessed his own boss acting like this. He was so shocked that

well as he sized

was the center of attention, was also

trying

secretly. Her eyes curved with a smile as she reached out gently

saw that. Delighted, he lowered his head and brought his

her smile froze and her expression instantly turned

gripped his cheek firmly with her fair fingers and twisted it harshly, giving him a stern lesson. “Another act again? How is it that you

but he didn’t dodge from her grasp. He

William wore a

also grimaced, drawing in a

tightly together, his deep blue

watchful eyes of the

by Gwendolyn was crushed, Maverick, whose dark eyes welled up with tears, looked both

complexion was already pale enough, the pinched red spot on his left cheek was particularly noticeable.

Gwendolyn,

at Maverick, she

headed

when he saw her walking toward him. “Let’s go. What would you

scene, Maverick suddenly felt suffocated in his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe. He even experienced a sense of dizziness. Whether it was his face, wrists, or heart, his

despite the discomfort and followed behind Gwendolyn. “If you insist on having a meal with him, I suppose it’s not impossible either. I’m hungry too, and I believe Mr.

didn’t respond, but his

and glared at him coldly. “Since you insist on continuing with the employment agreement, you must obey the arrangements and return to the

Maverick was left speechless.

the sunlight, his face was so pale