Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right by Minerva Sowle

Maverick’s voice had gone hoarse, and he did not feel like talking. He turned over and continued to

sleep.

When he rushed over last night, he happened to hear Gwendolyn’s shout and watched helplessly as

she jumped into the river.

That feeling of his heart pounding away uncontrollably was so unbearably suffocating.

Just thinking about it made his heart ache.

He would never let this happen again.

Nico noticed he was being ignored and knew he simply could not get through to Maverick.

After so many years of working for Maverick, this was the first time Nico had seen him going all out for

someone.

Boss, please take a good rest. If you need anything, just call me. Don’t force yourself.

Nico sighed helplessly, poured Maverick a cup of warm water, and placed it on the bedside table. Then,

he turned around, left the room, and gently closed the door behind him.

Maverick was still feverish, and his mind was already groggy. He quickly fell back asleep.

The villa was silent and pitch-black in the dead of night.

Nico made his way down to the basement, his face gloomy.

Neville and a few other subordinates were guarding the basement door.

William and Quinton had been awake for quite some time. They were extremely furious about being

locked up and kept banging on the door while shouting.

Neville saw Nico approaching and walked up. “How’s it going? Is the boss feeling better now?”

Nico nodded.

Neville breathed a sigh of relief. He gritted his teeth and continued, “Can we just get rid of these two?

They’ve been cursing non-stop since they woke up. I don’t think I can hold it in any longer!”

Nico’s expression was grim, too. Although he could do nothing to Treyton, at least he could vent his

anger on the two lackeys of the Harris family.

After all, it did not matter as long as their lives were spared.

Open the door. Let me in.

The basement door swung open. William and Quinton tried to make a run for it the moment they had

the chance. However, they did not get far before they were caught, tied up, and thrown back onto the

floor.

Just as Quinton was about to make a scene, his mouth was stuffed with a cloth.

Since William had reluctantly spoken up for Maverick before, Nico appreciated his favor and did not

forcefully silence him.

Moreover, William himself was much quieter than Quinton, who acted like an aggressive monkey.

Even with his mouth covered, Quinton continued making annoying muffled sounds. With a fierce look in

his eyes, Nico pulled out a knife and forcefully stabbed it into the floor between Quinton’s legs, stopping

just a millimeter short of cutting through his flesh.

Quinton’s pupils constricted with fear.

Just a little closer, and he might have to spend the rest of his life castrated.

What a ruthless person!

Seeing his anger fade away, Nico sneered. “Can you please listen to me seriously?”

William remained silent while Quinton nodded his head vigorously.

Mr. Wright saved Ms. Shalders, but instead of thanking him, Mr. Harris locked him up and left him to

suffer from a high fever. Isn’t that a bit too much? This really made us frustrated.

William and Quinton did not know what he wanted to do, so they kept quiet.

Nico continued, “Since the Harris family pays you, and you two work for Mr. Harris, you should also

accept this punishment for him.”

The two could barely perceive the sense of threat emanating from him.

Nico smirked and patted the two on their arms. “Well, sorry about this, but you two will have to let our

subordinates each throw a few punches to let off some steam, and then we’ll let you go.”

Let off some steam? They’re going to use us as punching bags!

Knowing he could not escape, William said, “Don’t hit the face!”

Nico smiled. “Sure, as you wish.”

If their faces were badly bruised, it would be even more difficult to explain the situation to Gwendolyn if

she saw them.

Nico got up and leaned against the door. He added, “Mr. Wright doesn’t know about this, so don’t snitch

and let him take the blame. Can you do that?”

William was already feeling a bit guilty when he found out Maverick was running a high fever while he

was locked up. Without hesitation, he said, “Okay, but… can you go easy on us?”

Nico did not say a word and turned to leave the basement. Soon after, a terrible wail echoed from

behind him.

After lying in the hospital for two days, Gwendolyn was discharged.

The first thing she did was to meet the two assassins Treyton had captured alive.

As the weather gradually grew colder, she wore a black trench coat with a red velvet long skirt. Paired

with a touch of red lipstick, she looked dashing and charming, exuding an aura like a queen gracing her

presence.

The two assassins were locked in the basement of Treyton’s mansion and tied to chairs with iron

chains. Their faces and bodies were covered in wounds, indicating they had been tortured several

times before. Their mouths were slightly open and stuffed with cloth strips to prevent them from biting

their tongues.

A bodyguard brought a chair for Gwendolyn, and she sat down just three meters away from the two

assassins.

Upon seeing the face of one of the assassins, she was slightly taken aback, and her red lips curved

into a smile.

Oh, it’s you. The only man who answered my question that day.

His gaze was icy cold, and he turned his face away.

Gwendolyn had always been very patient.

She rested her cheek on one hand, her face beaming with an enchanting smile. “Hey, Handsome.

Others may not know the inside story, but you definitely do. If you share the secret with me, I can

persuade them to let you go and even give you money to live a carefree life. What do you say?”

Her voice was incredibly soothing.

The person shuddered at the nickname and glanced at her subconsciously, almost getting sucked into

her innocent, harmless, glistening eyes.

What a vixen!

Clearly annoyed, he turned his head away and closed his eyes, ignoring her.

Their rules were stringent. If one were to leak a secret, they would only face a more miserable death.

By gritting their teeth and staying silent, they might be able to survive this ordeal.

Are you not going to say it? Gwendolyn pursed her lips and instructed the people beside her, “Let them

go.”

Ms. Shalders, they haven’t confessed anything yet. Should we really let them go?

Gwendolyn nodded. She did not seem to be joking.

The two looked utterly bewildered as they were blindfolded with a black cloth and led out of the

Shalders residence.

After they left, Treyton came in and asked, “Kiddo, what’s going on?”

Find a few people to trail them. If someone tries to silence them, save them when necessary.

If they were released directly, the other party would definitely think that the two of them had already

leaked the secret. Adhering to the principle of “better to kill by mistake than to let go,” the other party

would undoubtedly cause trouble for the two again.

The more often they took action over there, the easier it was for them to expose their weaknesses. It

would be advantageous for her to investigate thoroughly.

Treyton was an intelligent man, and he immediately understood her intentions. Without hesitation, he

set out to get things done.

After making sure everything was well-organized, Gwendolyn prepared to return to Bay Villa.

Treyton asked, “Kiddo, how about staying at my place for a few days? You’ve always loved Flora’s

cooking. I’ll ask her to make some extra food to nourish your body.”

That’s all right. I’m almost all better now.

She smiled faintly, then stood up and left.

Upon learning she was returning, William and Quinton came out with big smiles to welcome her.

Hello, Ms. Shalders.

Mm.

Gwendolyn glanced at the two of them.

Despite their excellent hiding skills, she still keenly noticed something was amiss.

Quinton was beaten up quite hard, and she could see a faint bruise peeking out from under the collar of

his shirt near the edge of his neck.

What happened to your neck?

Quinton suddenly clutched his neck and exchanged glances with William.

I accidentally fell.

Can one really injure that area from a fall?

The two of them hung their heads, not speaking.

Gwendolyn narrowed her cold eyes and said nothing more. She retracted her gaze and entered the

living room.

As soon as the door opened, Maverick happened to be walking down from the second floor.

The gazes of the two people met from afar.

Maverick’s fever had subsided, but he was still a bit frail. His handsome face was pale, and his dark,

deep pupils lacked their usual vigor today.

Gwendolyn also noticed his thin lips were slightly dry and somewhat pale.

Why does he look so sickly?

She stood at the door, frowning, and did not move.

Maverick noticed she did not look well, so he quickly went downstairs and silently took out a pair of

slippers from the shoe cabinet for her.

Gwendolyn felt more puzzled.

Why isn’t he speaking? Is he trying something different by acting distant? I wasn’t home for only two

days, so why is everyone acting strangely?