Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right by Minerva Sowle

Chapter 202 Conversation Killer

It was Maverick’s voice.

Although Gwendolyn first heaved a sigh of relief, it was soon replaced by anger. “Why didn’t you answer the phone?”

The man’s tone was tinged with sleepiness and fatigue as he replied, “I was asleep. It’s already so late. Why haven’t you turned in? Did something happen?”

“Nothing. I couldn’t sleep.”

“Do you want me to keep you company?”

“Mm,” Gwendolyn responded softly. When she recalled the dream she had earlier, she reprimanded him sternly, “I’m reminding you again. You’re not allowed to go anywhere for two days. Also, keep your phone ringer volume at the highest! You must answer my calls no matter what!”

On the other end of the line, Maverick was silent for a moment before replying faintly, “Okay. Are you feeling sleepy now?”

“I’m not tired.”

“Shall I tell you a story?”

“Don’t.”

“Then, are you hungry? You can give me your address, and I’ll get something delivered to you.”

“I’m not hungry.”

Maverick was speechless. She’s truly a conversation killer. How am I supposed to keep the flow going?

Unable to sleep, Gwendolyn settled for Maverick telling her a story in the end.

Maverick regaled her with the jokes he had found online.

He was not good at telling jokes, and there were a lot of awkward silences. Hypnotized by his voice, Gwendolyn gradually drifted off to sleep before she knew it.

The next day, Gwendolyn proceeded to carry out her affairs with the order they had settled upon.

stayed at Hecalion Estate for the entire

saw that it was getting late, she began to feel impatient and sent Treyton to

came out with Treyton. However, he had just exited the villa’s doors when he was suddenly

legs bound to a chair. His mouth was bound,

dim. It looked as if he

he began to struggle and

he saw a woman enter and walk toward him. Her makeup was exquisite, and her eyes were like starry pools that could suck one in. She was gorgeous, like a

the woman. Her

sneered when she saw his reaction. “You must have seen a picture of me recently, Uncle Hector. We’ve not met for so many years, and surely I must have grown more beautiful.

table in front of Hector and sat down on the chair opposite. After sitting down, she gave Elven

tape that was keeping

as some strands of

he glared at Gwendolyn. “I’m your fourth uncle! How dare you use Treyton to bait and kidnap me! Is this

nonchalantly. “It’s not like you were unaware of my lawlessness. Anyway, I have a good attitude! In fact, you’ve become a disgraceful elder and

affairs and enjoyed

things up once

look, prompting the man to put down Charles’ confession in front

make things difficult for you. Why don’t you take a look

he saw the

this. Why would I try to have you killed? I was quite fond of you when you were young. I’d even carried you before. Do you remember? Moreover, Charles is the director of the Central Intelligence

Investigation. I wonder if this has anything to do with him? Shall I get Asher to conduct an investigation for

nothing to

do you mean by it has nothing to do with him? Charles already confessed everything. Do you think you can deny it with just a few

stared at her solemnly, refusing to

daughter. Hence, you joined hands with someone and plotted to kill me. You were

pressing on, not relenting

down when she got to the

think it’s absurd that you want to pin the crime on me with just

had not expected him to retort. He’s a cunning old

to it. Previously, someone tried to attack me while I was at the bar. They tried to ruin my face with a strong corrosive potion, S40. Since I’m always one who

bottle and a special synthetic brush, Elven placed them on the

“What’s this?” Hector asked.

adopting a naughty expression. “It’s S40 strong corrosive potion. Uncle Hector, don’t you think it will look good if I write a