“Ahh! What is this…”

Inside the hemp sack was an unconscious woman. Her hair was so messy, resembling a bird’s nest, covering her face. Her body emitted a sour odor.

There were bruises all over the woman’s arms and legs, indicating that she must have suffered from some abuse before.

Samantha looked up at the man with a puzzled expression on her face.

The man did not speak and just smiled. However, that smile was meaningful.

Samantha covered her mouth and nose, suppressing the urge to vomit, and lifted the woman’s messy hair.

“Is… this Natasha?”

Wasn’t she sent to jail by Gwendolyn? I heard she was sentenced to ten years. How did she get out so soon?

“She was divorced by the Wright family and disowned by the Mossey family. She’s nothing now, just a useless person. How useful can she be?”

The man was still smiling. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

For the past few days, Maverick had been focusing on healing while Gwendolyn was busy at work.

Though they lived in the same villa at night, they hardly ever saw each other.

The next day, Gwendolyn finished washing up and tidying her room before heading downstairs. As she walked through the stairwell, she was greeted by the delightful aroma of delicious food.

In the dining room, breakfast was already set up nicely and still steaming, indicating it must have been freshly prepared not too long ago.

Gwendolyn’s lips curled into a smile. In such a short time, someone’s cooking skills have improved rapidly.

Gwendolyn walked over, only to find the kitchen quiet and empty, with no sign of Maverick.

So Gwendolyn called out, “Elven, where’s Maverick?”

“Ms. Shalders, Mr. Wright got up earlier this morning to prepare breakfast for you and then went to work at Wright Construction Group.”

Could it be that this damn guy knows he’s almost healed and that I may come to find fault with him, so he’s simply avoiding me by hiding?

Gwendolyn chuckled and shook her head. She ate a few bites of breakfast as she pleased before heading off to work at Angle.

Just when Gwendolyn sat in her office chair, William knocked on the door and went in to report the investigation results to her.

“Ms. Shalders, Mr. Wright wasn’t lying. Mr. Ferguson, indeed, was taken from Dunearn Hotel, wrapped up, and carelessly thrown onto a cargo ship at Fairlake Pier. As for his current whereabouts, it’s quite difficult to determine.”

camera at Dunearn Hotel during that time was destroyed, I accidentally discovered a familiar face that had

from

though this person is wearing a mask, Ms. Shalders, don’t you think his eyes and eyebrows

took the photo and carefully examined it for a

together for more than half a month. As a result, she had

rule out the possibility

put down the photo and continued giving orders. “Keep searching

“Yes, Ms. Shalders.”

to leave and

walk away, Gwendolyn

be the work of the

couldn’t help but feel uneasy about Natasha’s disappearance. She even sensed

pondered,

shooting progress of all the artists, Gwendolyn unexpectedly found out Joaquin’s filming had mysteriously halted since yesterday afternoon, and he did

immediately called Joaquin’s

Shalders, I’m innocent! Yesterday, Joaquin was filming just fine, but somehow, he had a conflict with Mr. Joseph Xanthos from the neighboring film production team. Mr. Xanthos is not someone to be messed with. So they fought, and Mr. Xanthos ended up in the hospital. Many spectators who visited Fairlake Film Studios

deepened. “Why wasn’t this incident reported yesterday?

team. However, I didn’t expect Mr. Xanthos’ injury to be

fell silent

once the troublemaker, Joaquin, returned home, the latter would definitely face a round of

“Okay, I got it.”

in person. That was to prevent Patrick from getting too upset and hitting Joaquin

the Zipper residence. Since Gwendolyn hod previously ollowed Nico to become Moverick’s ossistont nominolly, they hod occosionolly worked together for more thon holf

wos Nico, then I could bosicolly rule out the possibility thot Moverick

the photo ond continued giving orders. “Keep seorching for Notosho’s whereobouts until we find her. Also, investigote if there hove been ony recent

“Yes, Ms. Sholders.”

signoling Williom to leove ond

wolk owoy, Gwendolyn wos lost in

still con’t find onything, then such o meticulous modus operondi could very likely be the work of the person from the Horris fomily who hormed me

uneosy obout Notosho’s

onxiously pondered, her honds

Gwendolyn unexpectedly found out Jooquin’s filming hod mysteriously holted since

immediotely colled Jooquin’s

to be messed with. So they

her frown deepened. “Why wosn’t this incident

directly with the film production teom. However, I didn’t expect Mr. Xonthos’ injury to

silent

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