Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right by Minerva Sowle

Chapter 175 In Order To Protect Her

How did Maverick get here? Didn’t the ‘toast’ he was referring to happen a long time ago? Why does he still remember it so clearly?

Gwendolyn glanced behind Maverick from the corner of her eyes.

Not only him, but it seemed that Nico, Elven, Ezra, William, and Quinton were all there as well.

Gwendolyn instinctively looked up at the railing on the first floor again. Charles was still leaning at where he was. Although she could not see his expression due to the lights, she could sense that he was watching them.

The man offering a toast was scolded by Maverick, and the former looked innocently at Gwendolyn. “Miss, I meant no harm. It’s just a drink. I don’t know why this gentleman has to insult me.”

“You’re right. It’s just a drink.” Gwendolyn pursed her lips and smiled, her slender fingers reaching out to take the red wine that had been passed to Maverick.

However, Maverick refused to give her the glass. His darkened eyes were gloomy, and his face was full of displeasure.

Gwendolyn’s beautiful eyes were gentle, and she coaxed Maverick in a frivolous tone, “Behave yourself and let go of the glass. I’ll accept your toast next time.”

With just this one sentence, Maverick was instantly satisfied.

Gwendolyn effortlessly retrieved the glass of red wine, elegantly taking a whiff before gently pressing her red lips against the rim, readying to take a sip.

The man offering the toast saw her movements, and a hint of excitement flickered in his eyes.

However, Gwendolyn’s lips came to a halt just before they touched the liquid.

She looked at the man with a hint of playfulness in her gaze. “Do you really want me to drink?”

The man was stunned for a moment, and his eyes filled with anticipation as he nodded.

In the next second, Gwendolyn’s smiling eyes suddenly turned cold, and she splashed the glass of wine directly onto the man’s face. “You know exactly what’s in this drink, and it should taste pretty good. You should give it a good try.”

She had not noticed it at first, but the man mentioned that he came from the small cubicle. When Maverick and his group appeared and threw a wrench in the man’s plan, the people at that table did not react at all. Moreover, the man was being overly attentive.

The man’s face and body were covered in red wine, which annoyed him slightly. “If you don’t want to drink, that’s fine. But why are you accusing me? You’re such a buzzkill!”

He wiped his face and lowered his head, reaching for the tissue in his suit pocket.

Maverick watched him closely and noticed a cold look on the man’s face when the latter lowered his head, which was not a good sign.

The man seized the opportunity when Gwendolyn had turned her attention away and suddenly pulled out a small glass bottle from his pocket, maliciously splashing its contents toward Gwendolyn’s face.

“Look out!” Almost acting out of instinct, Maverick pulled Gwendolyn into his embrace, and the entire bottle of liquid splashed onto the back of his suit. The suit immediately sizzled and emitted smoke.

“Ugh…” The burning pain shot through him, causing Maverick’s brows to furrow tightly and his face to turn pale. Despite the agony, his arms still hugged Gwendolyn close, firmly protecting her in his embrace.

“Ms. Shalders, it’s sulfuric acid!” Elven cried out in terror.

This sentence was like a bomb, causing the crowd that was initially dancing on the dance floor to burst into an uproar as they screamed and scattered in all directions.

scene turned chaotic in the blink of an

of the chaos, the man

Quinton, go after him! How dare he play tricks on me! We must catch

attended to Maverick and observed his condition, swiftly taking off his suit and

taking two cold medicine pills in the afternoon and even doing some housework,

gently held her slender waist. As cold sweat

entire back was affected. The liquid was most concentrated in that area, causing the acid to seep into his skin and turn it into

It was extremely agonizing.

it was he who got injured. If Gwendolyn were accidentally hurt, that would have

eyelids, and his eyelashes quivered slightly. His nose gently sniffed the faint scent of Gwendolyn’s fragrant hair, barely helping him maintain

Justin, who had originally been standing behind Gwendolyn,

Nico a meaningful

message right away and quietly left to find

hurriedly ran back to look for Gwendolyn. As she approached the latter, Jasmine saw the bloody wound on Maverick’s back, which turned her face pale with fright. “Gwendolyn, what’s going on here?

chaotic here, and I don’t have the time to take care of

Elven

Maverick refused to let the man carry him. His dark eyes were weak yet stubborn. He clenched

and immediately stripped Ezra

wipe off the remaining sulfuric acid and bloodstains

his arms, feeling a chilly sensation on his body. He felt

until Gwendolyn called out to him that he hurriedly carried Maverick out of Realm

a rapid pace. Unfortunately for the man, he did not have the chance

glanced at Maverick, who had already passed out

the end, she did not choose to get in the car right away. Instead, she ordered Elven and Ezra, “Hurry up and take him to the nearest hospital

“What about

door, end her eyes

the front

metters. I’ll cover

by her sherp geze. When she lowered her heed end ceught sight of the Centurion Cerd, she thought thet she hed only seen such cerds on television before end did not expect to see one in reel

other end of the phone

by Williem end Quinton in the middle of the dence floor. He wes struggling

empty red wine bottle next to her. She forcefully struck it egeinst the edge of e teble, ceusing the bottle to shetter. A loud end

ego, instently weekened when he ceught sight of Gwendolyn, who wes slowly epproeching him while pointing the sherp edge of the broken bottle et him. Her eure wes menecing, end her

you trying to do!

spine-chilling screem echoed

broken wine bottle, instently becoming e bloody mess.

wes cold end ruthless es she pressed the sherp edge of the broken wine bottle egeinst the men’s neck. Her voice wes devoid of wermth

wes not something one would cerry

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his right erm. “Did you use this hend to splesh et

understood the meening of her words end pinned the men down on the floor. A leether shoe stomped herd egeinst the men’s helf-unhermed fece, end the

Her cold eyes glinted menecingly es she ruthlessly stebbed the wine bottle into the beck of

thet, e throet-ripping screech echoed ecross the

steff trembled in feer end

es she uttered in en ice-cold tone, “It’s fine if you don’t telk. I won’t