Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

Chapter 117 Face The Consequences For Hurting Her

Gwendolyn fell silent for a moment before continuing her instructions. “Keep an eye on hum. Also. Quinton, stay behind and guard the villa. Make sure he doesn’t leave the house for the next few days. He needs to clean up the house and does his share of the chores”

Understood.” Quinton replied

He opened the car door and got out of the car, watching as the two vehicles drove off in the direction of Teryton’s villa.

The next morning. Treyton saw Gwendolyn sitting in the restaurant, enjoying the breakfast that Flora had prepared. Only then did he realize she had returned to the villa.

He intended to walk over and tease her a bit, but he suddenly noticed something strange. She was using her left hand to hold the spoon to eat.

Her right hand hung naturally at her side, not on the dining table.

Treyton circled her and sat down next to her at the dining table. Just then, he noticed her right hand was wrapped in a bandage.

“Kiddo, what happened to your hand?” he asked.

Gwendolyn nonchalantly continued eating her oatmeal. “It’s nothing. I just got bitten by a dog.”

Hearing that, Treyton felt his heart ache. “What kind of dumb dog dares to bite my precious little sister? I’ll take care of it for you!”

“It’s just a useless big wolfhound. I can handle it,” she replied.

Treyton wanted to ask more, but Gwendolyn had already put down her spoon and finished her breakfast. “Treyton. I’m heading to Wright Construction Group now, and then I have to go to Angle Corporation in the afternoon. I won’t disturb your meal further.”

“All right, be safe,” Treyton replied.

After Gwendolyn left, Treyton called Elven in.

He sat on the dining chair, his face cold and stern as he glared at Elven. “What exactly happened to Gwendolyn’s hand?”

Elven lowered his head, trembling as he spoke. “It’s just like Ms. Shalders said. She was bitten… by a dog.

“Elven, you know the consequences of lying to me. She’s living well in Bay Villa, so where did the dog come from? It must be Maverick, that dog, right?”

“You’ve already figured it out, so why do you ask me?” Elven felt wronged getting scolded by Treyton.

It was initially just speculation, but it had been confirmed. Treyton was furious. “That d’mn guy! It was a mistake to let Asher spare his life last time. How dare he hurt my sister? I’ll make him pay with his life!”

he was about to make a call, but

Ms. Shalders is

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“Kiddo can slowly torture him to death, but if he harms Kiddo,

to come closer and whispered a few instructions to him.

Mr. Harris!” Elven

the past two days, Gwendolyn had been constantly running back and forth between

recording for a day, giving the girls a day off.

to Treyton’s villa early to have a nice dinner with her brother. As she was tidying up her desk, her assistant, Joanne, burst

The person in charge of the

very serious. Who could it be this time?

Joanne and checked all the surveillance

Jennifer hadn’t even left the base. Hence, she should still be there somewhere rather than

they couldn’t find her.

staff and

believed in ghosts

someone is trying to

who hadn’t gone home for Thanksgiving into her office and questioned

anything. I’m not in the same dorm as her, and I’ve

to get along better with the other girls in her dorm. Maybe

was telling the

from

seem like something she would do. However, I do know

Sylvia?

!

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narrowed her eyes and responded, “All

immediately asked the person in charge to investigate Sylvia’s departure record and found out that she had just left this morning. Half an hour after she left, they received news

this be a

reason to summon Sylvia back

taken to the conference

main seat of the conference room, her cold gaze staring at Sylvia, startling the

the right to restrict my personal freedom and bring me here?” Sylvia

am the talent director of Angle Corporation and the planner of

under the protection. of Yvette Faraday, the rich heiress of this base! How dare you treat me like this? One