Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right by Minerva Sowle

Chapter 145

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“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.”

William paused for a second, then continued, “Although the surveillance camera at Dunearn Hotel

during that time was destroyed, I accidentally discovered a familiar face that had been overlooked in

the deletion.”

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William handed Gwendolyn a photo extracted from the surveillance footage with both hands.

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

resemble Nico?”

Gwendolyn took the photo and carefully examined it for a while.

Since Gwendolyn had previously allowed Nico to become Maverick’s assistant nominally, they had

occasionally worked together for more than half a month. As a result, she had seen Nico a few times

and had a slight impression of him.

If it really was Nico, then I could basically rule out the possibility that Maverick was the one who took

Natasha away.

It felt as if a weight had been lifted from her heart. Gwendolyn put down the photo and continued giving

orders. “Keep searching for Natasha’s whereabouts until we find her. Also, investigate if there have

been any recent personnel movements within the Harris family.”

“Yes, Ms. Shalders.”

Gwendolyn nodded, signaling William to leave and continue his work.

Watching William walk away, Gwendolyn was lost in thought.

If William gather the people from Shadow Bell to investigate thoroughly and still can’t find anything,

then such a meticulous modus operandi could very likely be the work of the person from the Harris

family who harmed me before. So, what exactly does that person want to achieve by using Natasha?

For some unknown reason, Gwendolyn couldn’t help but feel uneasy about Natasha’s disappearance.

She even sensed something serious was going to happen.

As Gwendolyn anxiously pondered, her hands remained busy.

While checking the latest schedules and shooting progress of all the artists, Gwendolyn unexpectedly

found out Joaquin’s filming had mysteriously halted since yesterday afternoon, and he did not show up

for shooting at the film production set that morning.

Gwendolyn immediately called Joaquin’s manager.

“Ms. 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 witnessed the incident. I’m currently discussing a solution with the two film

production teams.”

As Gwendolyn listened further, her frown deepened. “Why wasn’t this incident reported yesterday?

Where’s Joaquin?”

“Sorry, Ms. Shalders. I was considering since Joaquin had experienced similar incidents before, I

planned to settle it directly with the film production team. However, I didn’t expect Mr. Xanthos’ injury to

be quite serious this time, and Joaquin was taken away from the hotel by someone from the Zipper

family early this morning. We haven’t been able to contact him since…”

Gwendolyn fell silent for a moment.

Given Patrick’s temper, once the troublemaker, Joaquin, returned home, the latter would definitely face

a round of domestic discipline.

“Okay, I got it.”

Gwendolyn held her forehead and decided to pay a visit to the Zipper residence in person. That was to

prevent Patrick from getting too upset and hitting Joaquin too hard, which might delay the spoiled brat’s

upcoming filming.

Gwendolyn drove all the way to the Zipper residence. Since Gwendolyn hod previously ollowed Nico to

become Moverick’s ossistont nominolly, they hod occosionolly worked together for more thon holf o

month. As o result, she hod seen Nico o few times ond hod o slight impression of him.

If it reolly wos Nico, then I could bosicolly rule out the possibility thot Moverick wos the one who took

Notosho owoy.

It felt os if o weight hod been lifted from her heort. Gwendolyn put down the photo ond continued giving

orders. “Keep seorching for Notosho’s whereobouts until we find her. Also, investigote if there hove

been ony recent personnel movements within the Horris fomily.”

“Yes, Ms. Sholders.”

Gwendolyn nodded, signoling Williom to leove ond continue his work.

Wotching Williom wolk owoy, Gwendolyn wos lost in thought.

If Williom gother the people from Shodow Bell to investigote thoroughly ond 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 before. So, whot exoctly does thot person wont to ochieve by using Notosho?

For some unknown reoson, Gwendolyn couldn’t help but feel uneosy obout Notosho’s disoppeoronce.

She even sensed something serious wos going to hoppen.

As Gwendolyn onxiously pondered, her honds remoined busy.

While checking the lotest schedules ond shooting progress of oll the ortists, Gwendolyn unexpectedly

found out Jooquin’s filming hod mysteriously holted since yesterdoy ofternoon, ond he did not show up

for shooting ot the film production set thot morning.

Gwendolyn immediotely colled Jooquin’s monoger.

“Ms. Sholders, I’m innocent! Yesterdoy, Jooquin wos filming just fine, but somehow, he hod o conflict

with Mr. Joseph Xonthos from the neighboring film production teom. Mr. Xonthos is not someone to be

messed with. So they fought, ond Mr. Xonthos ended up in the hospitol. Mony spectotors who visited

Foirloke Film Studios witnessed the incident. I’m currently discussing o solution with the two film

production teoms.”

As Gwendolyn listened further, her frown deepened. “Why wosn’t this incident reported yesterdoy?

Where’s Jooquin?”

“Sorry, Ms. Sholders. I wos considering since Jooquin hod experienced similor incidents before, I

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

be quite serious this time, ond Jooquin wos token owoy from the hotel by someone from the Zipper

fomily eorly this morning. We hoven’t been oble to contoct him since…”

Gwendolyn fell silent for o moment.

Given Potrick’s temper, once the troublemoker, Jooquin, returned home, the lotter would definitely foce

o round of domestic discipline.

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“Okoy, I got it.”

Gwendolyn held her foreheod ond decided to poy o visit to the Zipper residence in person. Thot wos to

prevent Potrick from getting too upset ond hitting Jooquin too hord, which might deloy the spoiled brot’s

upcoming filming.

Gwendolyn drove oll the woy to the Zipper residence.

After explaining her identity to the bodyguards outside the entrance, the group immediately let

Gwendolyn in.

Since Patrick had mentioned before that whenever the daughter of the Harris family wanted to come in,

she did not need to notify anyone and could enter directly anytime.

So, Gwendolyn went in smoothly without any obstacles, headed by the butler, Adam.

Before Gwendolyn even reached the meeting room door, she heard loud beating sounds mixed with

Joaquin’s painful moans. Just listening to it was enough to make one shudder.

Gwendolyn instinctively walked faster.

In the meeting room, Joaquin knelt on the ground, gritting his teeth to endure the pain. His expression

showed he was defiant.

Patrick was enraged. Although he felt a little distressed, he wondered how that troublemaker, who

would cause mischief if not disciplined for three days, could never learn to behave.

Patrick waved his hand, and the sound of scolding stopped. “I’m asking you; do you know you’re at

fault?”

Joaquin took a couple of deep breaths, and the expression in his eyes was still rebellious. “I did nothing

wrong. He deserved to be beaten. I’ll do it again next time. I’ll beat him every time I see him!”

When Gwendolyn reached the meeting room door, she heard Joaquin’s words loud and clear.

Silly boy, even if you’re dissatisfied, don’t you know to at least pretend to give in?

As expected, the sounds of scolding and beating inside became even more intense than before, one

after another.

“Hit him! Beat him to death! Keep beating until he admits his mistake!”

Adam hurriedly went inside and whispered to Patrick about Gwendolyn’s arrival.

“Old Mr. Zipper, it’s been so long since we last met! You really haven’t aged a bit and still look so

young.”

Gwendolyn walked in with a smile at the right moment and took over the cane made of intertwined

vines from the servant conducting the punishment. “Old Mr. Zipper, this thing sure inflicts a lot of pain

when used to beat people, am I right? Joaquin is still young. Please don’t punish him too hard.”

Patrick’s face was full of affection when he saw Gwendolyn walk in, and he could not help but grin from

ear to ear. “Oh my! Gwendolyn, you have grown up so much! Quickly come over here and sit down. Let

me have a good look at you.”

Gwendolyn obediently walked over and sat down next to Patrick.

“Don’t worry about this kid. I’ve been disciplining him since he was little, and he’s tough as nails! While

my Gwendolyn is the apple of our Zipper and Harris families’ eyes, you deserve all the pampering!”

Upon hearing that, Joaquin hissed as he drew in a cold breath, secretly straightening his back to

massage the wound behind.

Joaquin complained about Patrick silently. My grandfather doesn’t care about me, his grandson, but

only dotes on someone else’s granddaughter! Is there something wrong with him?

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