Gwendolyn clenched her hands tightly as she listened to the low growls coming from inside.

However, her face was still cold and emotionless when she looked at Elven. “Do you think I’ve gone too far?”

Elven knelt down on the spot. “That’s not what I meant. You were drugged last night. It’s only fair to make up for the suffering you endured, but I know that you don’t really want to kill Mr. Wright.”

Gwendolyn felt much better after she heard that.

She looked at Quinton after contemplating for a while. “Go to the Wright residence and bring Frida over here. Be quick.”

“Yes, Ms. Shalders.” Quinton set off immediately.

The rest of them stood at the basement door, listening as the growling and struggling sounds grew more intense as though Maverick was on the brink of despair.

Even the tall and burly bodyguards found it difficult to continue listening and felt as though they were also being subjected to a cruel form of torture.

Ten minutes later, Gwendolyn finally spoke up. “Open the door. Get a bucket of ice water and bring it over. It’ll help him cool down.”

The bodyguards obeyed Gwendolyn’s orders after a brief moment of shock and went to get some ice cubes to mix with a bucket of water.

Creak.

The basement door opened, allowing a sliver of light to seep in. That beam of light stretched Maverick’s shadow long and thin in the center.

Maverick lay curled up on the floor, just like a baby in its mother’s womb.

The floor beneath him was soaked with sweat, and his hair was also damp from perspiration as it hung limply over his forehead. He looked like a helpless and pitiful puppy that had been injured.

this hour to the point of exhaustion, yet his body still trembled violently, and his

as he felt the blinding

slender and familiar

hesitation and looked at that figure longingly. His voice was hoarse as he said, “Gwendolyn…

but feel heartbroken after seeing how uncomfortable the drug made her feel

she feel a little bit better knowing that I’ve suffered through the effects of the drug as

could touch it as soon as

of the backlight, but he

coldness made his heartthrob painfully, which was a hundred times worse

she watched him

she noticed that Maverick’s gaze hadn’t

still waiting, hoping that she would at least utter a single sentence that contained a hint

was Ryan pouring ice-cold water over

the sudden, drastic change in temperature. He was ice cold to the core after being poured the bucket of

head!” Gwendolyn’s grip on the

shocked by her aggressive demeanor. His hand trembled, and he accidentally poured the remaining half bucket

massive impact caused Maverick to cough

heart-wrenching sound of coughing echoed throughout the basement as if his lungs

approach, which seemed to cause more harm than good. She was about to stand up to check on Maverick when a woman’s scream sounded from behind her. “Ah!

armrest loosened slightly when

her usual icy

lying in the private ward

the door with a scowl on his face, Frida could easily tell that it wasn’t going to be anything good, and

she was forcefully dragged over

tortured in the basement. She stepped

noticed his uncontrollable trembling. “Where’s

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