Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

Chapter 126 The Mastermind

It seemed that Maverick was worn out from last night, as he was sleeping soundly now.

Gwendolyn stared at him for a moment.

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She saw the faint traces of a slap mark on his left cheek, accompanied by slight swelling and the uncleaned. bloodstain at the corner of his mouth. He appeared quite miserable, not much better off than her.

Although she had exhausted all her strength last night and couldn’t remember what had happened. afterward, judging from the current situation, she supposed Maverick did not do anything to her.

Gwendolyn pursed her lips and suddenly tasted a hint of sweetness in her mouth. Is this the taste of glucose? He was the one who drugged my coffee, but now he’s pretending to be a good guy?

Gwendolyn’s eyes had a bone-chilling coldness to them.

Is he putting on a show for me? I’ll wait and see what’s next!

She stepped out of the bathtub and tiptoed out of the bathroom without waking Maverick up

A sharp pain in his back jolted Maverick out of sleep.

He almost dislocated his arm from sleeping so soundly against the edge of the bathtub.

I was so busy helping Gwendolyn bring down her fever last night that I forgot to apply medicine to myself. To make matters worse, I accidentally bumped into the sharp corner of the bed, which probably aggravated the swelling on my back.

He sighed, propped himself up to sit, and suddenly realized that the person in the bathtub had disappeared.

When did she wake up?

Surprisingly, he had no idea at all. It appeared that the 023 special drug had significantly decreased his acuity.

He got up and walked over to the sink, where he looked in the mirror and wiped the trace of the blood from the corner of his mouth. Then, he went downstairs to find Gwendolyn.

The atmosphere in the living room was extremely tense.

couch with her arms folded across

Quinton, and Ryan, stood neatly behind

living room as soon as he came downstairs. He knew that what was -destined to happen would eventually

stood in front of Gwendolyn across the coffee

met his gaze,

table. “Mr. Wright, Ms. Shalders asked you to make her coffee last night, and while you did make it,

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We found another packet of coffee sugar containing the ecstasy in your room. How do you intend

that I placed the sugar packets in the coffee tray and served it to you. I won’t deny that, but I

lips curled slightly, and her eyes were

intend to persuade

I meant it. Can you… just trust me this time?” Gwendolyn chuckled softly. “You entered my room late one night when Natasha drugged you, but the next day you thought I was the one who

that she would

as he was at a loss for words.

.

you have

“You promised not to deceive me again last night, but then you drugged me! You made this coffee, and you were the first one to rush in after I drank it by mistake. Can you honestly say you had nothing to

her expression suddenly turned cold and stern. “However, you just had to resort

it would turn out like this as he smiled miserably.

cup of warm water from the kitchen and placed it on the coffee table. “I know that Frida gave you the medicine pouch when you went to the Wright residence. Here are two packets of coffee sugar on the table that were taken from your room. One packet tested positive for ecstasy, while the other was found to contain

frowned, looked down at the coffee sugar packets on the

I’ll believe that you’re just an accomplice or that you’ve been deceived and used by Frida. In that case, I’ll let you off the hook. Go ahead and choose one, Mr.

dripping

stood still as he fixed his gaze on her and tried to search for any other emotions in her

was

it my fault that she

walked over to the coffee table, and picked up the two packets of coffee

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watchful eyes of everyone present and poured them into the cup of warm water.

Wright!” Elven trusted him, but his face turned pale when he

on the black market and renowned for its powerful effects. Yet he drank the whole packet. Is he not afraid of death? Ms. Shalders only asked him to choose. Isn’t there still a fifty percent chance of choosing the right one?