Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right by Minerva Sowle

He then let out a sigh and continued, “Ms. Shalders is the only one who genuinely cares for me, and I

cannot bear to cause her harm. However, if she doesn’t perish, I will. I am under constant surveillance

and cannot escape. Do you have a plan, Mr. Wright?”

Maverick contemplated for a moment, his dark eyes composed and unwavering.

He narrowed his gaze and spoke, “Inform them that you will handle it. I will keep this matter

undisclosed to Gwendolyn, and you need not disclose it to her either.”

“Huh?” Justin was taken aback. “So, three days later…”

Maverick’s serene eyes gleamed. “I shall undertake this task.”

In the afternoon, Maverick refrained from venturing outside.

Instead, he diligently cleaned the entire villa, ensuring that every chore was meticulously completed.

As the time approached for Gwendolyn to finish her work, he made his way to the kitchen and

commenced the preparation of their dinner.

These remaining days by her side were dwindling, and he yearned to present her with an assortment of

delectable dishes each day.

Even if she wouldn’t miss his presence, perhaps her stomach would retain memories of him.

With this thought in mind, a faint smile graced his lips.

Suddenly, his phone rang, indicating an incoming message.

Glancing at it, he discovered a text from Nico, containing only an exclamation mark.

Maverick’s smile suddenly froze, and his countenance involuntarily turned grave.

It was a covert signal, indicating an urgent matter at hand.

Maverick glanced at his wristwatch. There were still forty minutes before Gwendolyn finished work, so

he quietly drove to the suburbs, where Charles was being held.

Nico paced anxiously along the roadside, anticipating his arrival.

Upon spotting Maverick’s approaching vehicle, Nico hastened and took the passenger seat.

In a hushed tone, he whispered into Maverick’s ear, “Boss, someone from Salinsburgh has arrived!”

Maverick’s brow furrowed.

Why did this have to happen precisely at this moment!

His visage retained its solemnity as he ignited the car’s engine and directed it toward the designated

meeting spot mentioned by Nico.

They continued to advance toward the desolate construction site. Maverick was leading the way with

Nico closely following behind, both proceeding in silence. They entered the most secluded and

dilapidated house inside.

Upon Maverick’s entry, Gwendolyn received a call from Elven.

Elven meticulously recounted the man’s peculiar whereabouts, sparing no details.

Gwendolyn inquired suspiciously, “Where did he go? Did you see anyone else inside? What were they

discussing?”

“I couldn’t get close enough to see. There are guards stationed within a fifty-meter radius of the hidden

areas in the construction site, and their numbers are quite significant. I couldn’t approach unnoticed,”

Elven responded.

Gwendolyn fell into a brief silence.

Why did Maverick go to the construction site all of a sudden, and who is he meeting?

The presence of guards only confirmed the gravity of his secret.

“All right, I understand. I’ll go over and take a look shortly.”

Meanwhile, Maverick and Nico ventured into the dilapidated house.

Three men were already present in the room.

The leader, a man in his forties, noticed Maverick’s arrival. His face lit up with a smile, and he

respectfully nodded toward the latter.

“Greetings, Mr. Wright.”

Maverick’s countenance exuded an aura of chilling intensity as he questioned, “What’s the matter,

Logan?”

The man, Logan Larouche, put on a solemn expression as he earnestly explained, “There’s turmoil in

the family. We need your immediate presence to take control of the situation.”

Immediately? Why such haste?

Without hesitation, Maverick responded, “No, I can’t come with you. I have personal matters to attend

to in Fairlake. I’ll return on my own in a few days.”

Logan’s visage grew grimmer by the second. “Mr. Wright, this is an urgent recall order. You must come

with me. Old Mr. Wright believes this is the prime opportunity for you to win people’s favor and solidify

your position of authority!”

Maverick fell silent.

He thought he could spend the remaining seven days by Gwendolyn’s side, but it seemed even that

was too much to ask for.

He suppressed the frustration in his heart and recalled the plan Justin had mentioned in the morning.

“Give me three more days. I have one final task to complete. After that, I will personally return to offer

my apologies,” said Maverick.

Wearing a grim expression on his visage, Logan persuaded, “Mr. Wright, you are aware of how strict

our household rules are. Defying the urgent recall order will result in severe punishment. Are you aware

of the consequences you will face today?”

Still, Maverick remained calm and composed. “I understand. Three days of detainment and thirty

lashes.”

With ease, he loosened his tie with one hand, his well-defined fingers swiftly unbuttoning his clothes.

He then removed his suit and shirt, handing them casually to Nico.

“Boss…”

Nico caught the clothes firmly, his eyes filled with concern.

What if he can’t endure it and the suppressed virus inside his body relapses!

Maverick remained indifferent. He turned away, kneeling on one knee with a proud and straight

posture, his back muscles strong and defined. His voice carried a hint of defiance as he said, “Go on.

Strike me.”

Logan sighed deeply, acknowledging, “Old Mr. Wright truly understands you well. He knew that you

would want to delay and not return immediately.”

The bodyguard standing silently at the side stepped forward and presented a precious black

sandalwood box.

Logan slowly opened the box, revealing the whip he had brought from the meeting room.

The whip was long and dark, adorned with intertwining golden threads. Its surface was covered with

small barbs, guaranteeing that each strike would draw blood, even without maximum force. It was a

severe form of punishment.

“Mr. Wright, there is unrest within the family, and the situation is urgent. I must ask you once more, do

you truly insist on staying for three more days?”

Without a moment of hesitation, Maverick affirmed, “Yes.”

“Very well, Mr. Wright. Do not blame me for being firm. Rules must not be broken, and I… am willing

but bound by duty.”

Maverick let out a soft, understanding hum.

In truth, he harbored deep dissatisfaction with these regulations and vowed himself to drive change.

After eradicating the stubborn elders in the family and establishing his absolute authority, the very first

action he would undertake was to abolish the meeting room and discard all those antiquated, rigid

rules.

While he lost in his thoughts, a piercing gust of wind suddenly swept in from behind him.