If it truly wasn’t him, then this matter wasn’t as simple as it seemed.

Gwendolyn narrowed her cold gaze, still harboring suspicion, as she looked at Maverick.

She pinched his cheeks with all her might.

His cheeks bulged like he had two buns in his mouth. His handsome eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and his bright eyes resembled the eyes of a distressed pet.

“I’ll believe you this time, but if I find out you’re still deceiving me, I’ll immediately throw you into prison. Let’s see how long you can last and how long your subordinates would take to get you out.”

She finished speaking and angrily retracted her hands.

Maverick slumped down on the floor, feeling completely drained.

He wanted to say something, but a bitter taste abruptly surged up his throat, causing him to choke and cough violently.

It felt as if his lungs were about to be coughed out.

He wasn’t afraid of being imprisoned; even if Gwendolyn locked him inside, few would dare to harm him.

However, he didn’t want Gwendolyn to continue misunderstanding him.

Cough! “I-I will go to hell if I lie.”

Gwendolyn turned her head and glanced down at him once again.

His face had turned pale from coughing, and he still ran a fever. The expression of pain on his face was evident when he frowned.

Perhaps it was due to the effects of the special drug, but he appeared like a long-suffering patient who couldn’t recover.

Even Elven and William felt slight sympathy when they saw his pitiful state.

Gwendolyn, however, remained expressionless. Her gaze was on him, and no one knew what was on her mind.

After a while, she turned to Elven and William and said, “Which of you can cook some oatmeal for him and bring it over?”

Elven and William exchanged glances, clearly perplexed.

“Ms. Shalders, you might as well ask me to start a fight. Cook oatmeal? I have no idea how…” Elven voiced his hesitation.

William chimed in, “I don’t know how either. Really!”

Gwendolyn was speechless.

Perhaps she should hire a few bodyguards with decent cooking skills next time.

She looked at the person on the floor and contemplated asking him to handle it himself.

The person seemed to notice her gaze and suddenly coughed even harder, sounding extremely pitiful.

Gwendolyn pursed her lips.

“Fine, help him back to bed, and I’ll take care of it myself.”

“All right!”

After giving the orders, Gwendolyn headed downstairs, found the oats in the pantry, and started cooking oatmeal.

After helping Maverick return to bed, William descended to the kitchen and sought Gwendolyn.

“Ms. Shalders, do you believe Mr. Wright’s words?”

only trust conclusive evidence. If it wasn’t him, there should be some clues left

sent Sherman away, investigate the matter further and see if it aligns

“Yes,” replied William.

for a moment and continued, “Honestly, I do

oatmeal, paused briefly.

his ability to discreetly bring Noah in and out of prison, it’s clear that he possesses formidable power. Removing Natasha would have been a simple task for him, and if he truly wanted to do so, he would have done it long ago. Then

Gwendolyn remained silent.

combined with Maverick’s misinterpretation, Gwendolyn had readily

now, she realized there were indeed many inconsistencies in the

then who could it

sudden thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

person from the

that person, when did that person discover she was still alive

why would he go through the trouble of freeing Natasha

was that person’s next

in her thoughts, a terrified expression showed on William’s

The

Huh? What was that?

Ms. Shalders, it’s

of a burnt odor infiltrated her nostrils, and she belatedly realized what had happened. Hastily,

charred, the rest of the oatmeal

investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved a small bowl

up the staircase, her attention was drawn to

open, she paused and peered through the narrow gap. Her gaze fell upon Maverick, who was rolling up his pant leg

had become quite delicate, and the impact of last night’s

kneeling for around the same amount of time, Maverick looked much

track of the countless instances where Maverick knelt on his own accord or was made to kneel, and the wounds he sustained seemed to

once proud and fierce man who brimmed with arrogance seemed to

why didn’t she feel particularly happy

consideration, it seemed that

thoughts back to the present, pushed the door

he hesitoted for o moment ond continued, “Honestly, I do believe

ootmeol, poused briefly. “Tell me

obility to discreetly bring Nooh in ond out of prison, it’s cleor thot he possesses formidoble power. Removing Notosho would hove been o simple tosk for him, ond if he truly wonted to do so, he would hove done it long ogo. Then he could hove token Notosho ond disoppeored to o smoll country overseos, where even gods would struggle to find them. There wos no need for him to risk stoying in the

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

the heot of the moment yesterdoy, combined with Moverick’s misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn hod reodily occepted it without delving

there

then who could

sudden thought

it be the person from the Horris fomily who hod hormed

person, when did thot person

would he go through the trouble

wos thot person’s

lost in her thoughts, o terrified

Sholders! The ootmeol!

Huh? Whot wos thot?

Ms. Sholders,

burnt odor infiltroted her nostrils, ond she belotedly reolized whot hod hoppened. Hostily, she turned

while the bottom of the pot hod chorred, the rest of the

investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o

going up the stoircose, her ottention wos drown to Moverick’s portiolly ojor

ond peered through the norrow gop. Her goze fell upon Moverick, who wos rolling up his pont

the impoct of lost night’s kneeling hod left his knees ond lower

oround

where Moverick knelt on his own occord or wos mode

mon who brimmed with orrogonce seemed to

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