Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right by Minerva Sowle

After she finished speaking, she swiftly pushed open the wooden door, revealing several bodyguards

holding sharp machetes. They rushed in and blocked the entrance while exuding murderous intent.

Upon seeing that, Natasha quickly got up and went past Maverick to hide behind the group of

bodyguards. In an accusing tone, she said, “Mave, that woman has totally bewitched you! I truly love

you, but you insist on choosing her over me. It breaks my heart so much. Don’t worry. After you die, I’ll

do my best to torment her to death to avenge you.”

Her eyes reddened, and her heart was simmering with anger and resentment.

Nico immediately stood in front of Maverick, assuming a defensive stance.

Now that the tables had turned, Samantha felt smug.

“I heard she injected Maverick with a special drug before, which made him physically weak and unable

to fight. If that’s true, your little sidekick not only has to take on ten men barehanded but also has to

protect you. Don’t you think that’s too much for him to handle?”

Samantha was right.

Maverick’s current physical condition was so weak that he couldn’t even fight a single person, let alone

ten.

He reckoned he would only hold Nico back if a fight broke out.

The atmosphere in the cabin became subtly darker. One could turn the table anytime.

“Tsk!”

Nico glared at her in displeasure. “It’s none of your business whether I can handle it. So what if there

are ten of them? I could take on twenty more!”

Samantha didn’t even bother to look at him. Instead, she stared at Maverick behind him, continuing to

entice him.

“It seems that the news was true. She’s been so cruel to you. What is it about a woman like her that is

worth your protection, Maverick? You are my family, and I would never treat you like this. I can’t bear to

see you die here today, so why don’t you join us and help us get rid of her?”

At the thought of Gwendolyn’s delicate face, Maverick subconsciously curled his lips slightly.

“You’re right. Not only is she cruel, but she’s also very cunning. She’s only gentle and adorable when

she’s with Treyton and the rest, while all her anger and cruelty are directed at me. Nevertheless, I’m

willing to accept that. You can’t compare to her at all.”

His remark infuriated Samantha. “Fine. Then don’t think of leaving this place alive today!”

The bodyguards behind her stepped forward aggressively.

Maverick, whose gaze was cold, narrowed his eyes. Even at such a critical moment, his deep black

eyes showed no trace of panic.

He gazed intently at Samantha, his lips curving into a sly smile. “Don’t tell me you really think I came

here without making any preparations of my own?”

Nico placed his hand over his mouth and let out a loud chirping sound like a bird.

A few seconds later, the wooden windows were violently smashed open.

The loud noise startled Samantha and Natasha.

Neville, accompanied by five or six of his men, climbed in through the window and stood beside Nico

before casually handing him a machete.

Due to the strict control of firearms in Chanaea and the fact that gunshots attracted attention easily,

both parties resorted to using machetes.

Otherwise, as soon as a gunfight began, it was just a matter of time who would take down their

opponent first.

Maverick’s men had been with him for many years, fighting and risking their lives in actual battles

together. Although they may be fewer in number, winning or losing was still uncertain if a real fight

broke out.

With the two groups of people in a standoff, the atmosphere was tense.

Samantha felt indignant.

Things won’t be easy tonight.

After feeling annoyed for two seconds, she thought of something and started laughing again.

“Maverick, there’s something I forgot to tell you. I wasn’t targeting you when I staged the act at the

charity gala. I’m afraid that b*tch Gwendolyn might be unable to return home now. She hardly stands a

chance.”

Maverick’s eyebrows furrowed while anger swirled in his dark gaze. “What do you mean?”

Samantha giggled. “I meant it literally! Come on now. Let’s see whose men are better!”

She waved her hand, and the machete-wielding bodyguards quickly rushed forward to fight Nico and

Neville’s men.

The scene was chaotic with blood splattering everywhere.

Meanwhile, Elven drove the car with more care than usual as Gardens Hotel was quite far from Bay

Villa, and it was nighttime. Besides, Gwendolyn had drunk a little.

Despite so, Gwendolyn used the idle time to review the recent financial reports of Wright Construction

Group on the laptop on her lap.

Ezra repeatedly yawned as he was already sleepy while Elven focused on driving.

As the traffic was light and the car windows were closed, it was silent inside the vehicle.

Elven suddenly heard a faint beeping sound as he drove across Crane Bridge.

Moreover, the sound was coming from inside the car. The beeping started slowly but gradually became

quicker, as though it was counting down the time.

Elven’s face turned pale when he realized what the sound meant.

“Oh no! Ms. Shalders, get out of the car!”

The three of them quickly came to their senses, opened the doors, and jumped out.

The red Volkswagen Passat exploded with a loud bang a second after they leaped out of the car.

The shockwave was so great that it sent them flying two meters away.

Debris from the exploded car shot everywhere. A piece of the flying glass shards cut Gwendolyn’s right

shoulder.

Intense pain quickly spread from her shoulder to every limb and joint.

Blood streamed down Gwendolyn’s fair arm. It was a shocking sight to see.

Shocked by the sudden events, Elven and Ezra quickly got up to check on her.

Neville, occomponied by five or six of his men, climbed in through the window ond stood beside Nico

before cosuolly honding him o mochete.

Due to the strict control of fireorms in Chonoeo ond the foct thot gunshots ottrocted ottention eosily,

both porties resorted to using mochetes.

Otherwise, os soon os o gunfight begon, it wos just o motter of time who would toke down their

opponent first.

Moverick’s men hod been with him for mony yeors, fighting ond risking their lives in octuol bottles

together. Although they moy be fewer in number, winning or losing wos still uncertoin if o reol fight

broke out.

With the two groups of people in o stondoff, the otmosphere wos tense.

Somontho felt indignont.

Things won’t be eosy tonight.

After feeling onnoyed for two seconds, she thought of something ond storted loughing ogoin.

“Moverick, there’s something I forgot to tell you. I wosn’t torgeting you when I stoged the oct ot the

chority golo. I’m ofroid thot b*tch Gwendolyn might be unoble to return home now. She hordly stonds o

chonce.”

Moverick’s eyebrows furrowed while onger swirled in his dork goze. “Whot do you meon?”

Somontho giggled. “I meont it literolly! Come on now. Let’s see whose men ore better!”