Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right by Minerva Sowle

Chapter 123 A Private Confession

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“Boss, I just got close to the bodyguard that Gwendolyn brought with her and knocked him out when

he’s distracted, but that bodyguard has a strong constitution, so he’ll probably wake up soon. Let’s

keep our conversation brief!” Nico spoke softly with a cautious expression.

Son, who’s at the door?”

Upon hearing the sound, Frida sat up and looked in Nico’s direction.

Maverick blocked her view and said in a stern voice, “Mom, I need to go back to the villa. Be on your

best behavior, and don’t bring up what just happened again. Remember what I said.”

“All right!”

Frida was a bit impatient, but thinking of her own plan, she smiled and waved at him. “Hurry up and go.

It’s getting late. You should head back quickly.”

Maverick didn’t notice her unusual behavior, so he went out with Nico to have a conversation on the

rooftop terrace at the old mansion.

Nico continued where he left off, “Boss, I found out that there’s someone in the Harris family with a

similar timeline to Ms. Shalders, and that is the youngest daughter of the head of the Harris family,

Marcus’ only daughter and the youngest of the family. However, she didn’t go missing. She was

suddenly declared dead by the Harris family six years ago, and the cause of death remains unknown.”

Maverick’s brow furrowed tightly when he heard that.

The better it was hidden, the more suspicious it was.

Maverick asked, “Can we find a photo of this young lady in the database?”

“We can’t. Not only are there no photos, but even her name couldn’t be found. I’ve even heard that the

Harris family held a very simple funeral for her, but there’s no information about where the gravestone

is Boss, do you think this girl really died?”

Maverick pursed his lips.

After giving it some thought, he shook his head and said, “On the surface, the actions of the Harris

family may seem like they don’t care about their daughter and don’t value her enough, but in fact, it’s

quite the opposite. These actions prove that the Harris family loves their daughter very much and is

doing everything they can to protect her safety.”

Nico thought for a moment and found what Maverick said quite reasonable. “So, could this young lady

really be Ms. Shalders?”

“I can’t be completely sure, but I think it’s her.”

-As Maverick spoke, his deep black eyes shimmered with a burning light.

His heart was now filled with overwhelming joy,

Maverick remembered how Treyton had massaged Gwendolyn’s calves, how he had helped her

massage her palms, how Gwendolyn had playfully pushed Treyton away, and how she had acted like a

child in front of Treyton.

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They did all that because they were both related by blood. They were siblings.

Maverick had even doubted Gwendolyn’s fidelity in their marriage before. He really wanted to end

himself now that he thought about it.

However, his expression turned serious once again.

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If Gwendolyn is the daughter of the Harris family, then why did she end up at the Fairlake Welfare

Home back then? What exactly happened then? Perhaps this was also the reason why the Harris

family wanted to protect her.

“If Ms. Shalders is truly the heiress of the Harris family, then…”

Nico suddenly thought of something. He hurriedly took out his phone from his pocket, and after he

checked it, his eyes lit up.

“Boss, Zachary found out that the Harris family’s heiress took a plane to Fairlake thirteen years ago.

She landed at the airport owned by Zachary’s family, so that’s how he accidentally discovered this

record. But later on, when he learned that she had already died, he didn’t pursue it any further. If Ms.

Shalders really is the Harris family’s daughter, then she… could very well be the girl you’re looking for!”

As Nico spoke, he handed over his phone to show the information he had at that time, and Maverick

carefully read through it.

“I’ll find another opportunity to confirm this information.”

The amount of information was overwhelming tonight, leaving Maverick feeling somewhat at a loss.

If Gwendolyn really was the little girl who had saved him thirteen years ago, then he had done

something unsalvageable.

He had actually mistaken Natasha for Gwendolyn and hurt her for so many years, wearing down her

loving heart until all that was left was indifference and vengeance.

Maverick’s heart ached with a throbbing pain.

Is it too late to make amends now?

After exchanging information with Nico, Maverick went downstairs to the living room with mixed

emotions.

Elven had been laid down on the couch by Nico. It would take some time for him to wake up.

Maverick quietly walked over and sat down beside him.

However, he didn’t sit for long before Elven started coming to his senses. As soon as he opened his

eyes, he saw Maverick’s expressionless face.

Maverick said, “I didn’t expect you to actually fall asleep.”

Elven had a puzzled expression on his face. “How could I possibly fall asleep!”

Maverick replied earnestly, “You were already sleeping when I came out after I finished my

conversation. You were all alone. I waited for a whole five minutes before you woke up. What would

happen if. Gwendolyn found out about this? But don’t worry. I promise I won’t tell her.”

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Elven woke up groggily, scratching his head.

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Maverick didn’t give him a chance to react and immediately stood up as he headed outside.

“Let’s go. We’re already five minutes late because of your nap.”

Hmm, I clearly remembered that a male servant came over and chatted with me, but I ignored him…

“Hurry up! Gwendolyn won’t be happy if we’re late!”

Elven was sorting through his memories when Maverick interrupted him, leaving him no choice but to

reluctantly follow Maverick and get into his car.

By the time they returned to Bay Villa, the sky had already turned dark.

Maverick stood by the window in the living room on the first floor and took a look outside.

Treyton had left at some point, leaving only Sherman and Gwendolyn at the dinner table drinking wine.

In the living room, Sherman downed one drink after another, looking slightly intoxicated and his face

showing a sullen expression.

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“Gwendolyn, they say alcohol can drown your sorrows, but why is it that the more I drink, the more

bitter I feel inside?”

Gwendolyn had a high alcohol tolerance and never got drunk.

She just laughed. “How can we believe what the people of old times said? There’s also the saying that

drowning one’s sorrows in alcohol only leads to more sorrow. Sherman, you’re drunk. I’ll have Quinton

and Ryan take you home.”

“No, Gwendolyn! I’m not drunk! I have something to tell you…”

Sherman shook his head and reached out to touch her hand, but she quietly withdrew her hand

expressionlessly.

“I’m not interested in what you have to say. It’s late, so go home.”

Sherman’s warm eyes were filled with rejection. He stood up and swayed as he walked toward her.

When he reached her, he knelt on one knee with an expression as serious as ever.

“Gwendolyn, I know you’re upset with me because of Eloise. I’ll definitely talk to her when I return to

Salinsburgh. I really like you. Maverick hurt you in the past, but I never will. I’ll cherish and care for you.

Will you give me a chance to love you?”

Gwendolyn’s expression remained neutral, and she didn’t say a word.

She poured herself a full glass of wine and drank it all in one go.

The dark red wine slid down the edge of her crimson lips.

She gently wiped it off, still looking incredibly elegant, and this scene etched deeply into Sherman’s

heart.

“Gwendolyn, if you’re still not completely sure about your feelings, we can get engaged first, or we can

start with dating.”

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Just as Maverick reached the door, he overheard everything loud and clear through the door he had

just cracked open.

His face was ashen, and his fists were clenched tightly.

That little… Did he send Treyton away so that he could create a chance for a private confession?

Seeing Gwendolyn getting ready to answer, Maverick clutched his stomach and bent over, then

pinched. the flesh on his thighs hard. His face instantly turned extremely pale, and a few beads of cold

sweat appeared on his forehead.

Then, looking fragile, he leaned against the door and said, “Gwenny, my stomach hurts…”

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