Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right

Chapter 135

Gwendolyn frowned slightly, sensing a hint of flirtation in those words.

She snorted coldly and retorted with a hint of sarcasm, “I don’t remember if you were any good before, but now, I guess you’re just…”

Maverick’s face turned pale instantly as he understood her meaning. Due to the injection of the special drug, his physical strength was no longer what it used to be.

But as a man, how could he possibly admit defeat in that aspect?

Without hesitation, he responded, “Why don’t we try it now? See if I’m still as good?”

“Are you out of your mind!”

Gwendolyn was furious and glared at Maverick. She viciously pinched his left cheek with her hand and twisted it hard.

“Ouch, that hurts…”

Maverick’s face scrunched up in pain, but he didn’t dare to dodge. All he could do was whine and cry out in pain.

Only then did Gwendolyn let go angrily.

A large red mark appeared on the left side of his face. Though it hurt so much that he was almost in tears, he didn’t dare to rub it in front of Gwendolyn and could only flash her an aggrieved expression.

Even though she knew he was putting on an act for her, she felt much better when she saw his sad face, and her anger subsided.

“Get out and start your first day. I’m going back to Angle.”

“All right.”

Maverick first brushed off the thin layer of dust on his knee and pant leg, then sat back in the car seat. After adjusting his collar slightly, he put on a cool expression as he opened the car door and stepped out of the vehicle.

Gwendolyn watched as the man effortlessly switched between expressions. Such a waste he didn’t go on to become an actor!

She then called to arrange for William and Ryan, who were in a car behind hers, to follow Maverick while she went straight to Angle.

Time seemed to fly by when one was working diligently.

It was almost the end of the work day, and Gwendolyn was getting ready to call Yulia to ask about the situation with the Balmoral Grand project.

Before she could dial the number, she received an incoming call from Yulia.

The woman sounded very excited as she told Gwendolyn, “Boss, I don’t know what Mr. Wright did, the situation at Balmoral Grand has already returned to normal, and it’s only his first day! The atmosphere among the construction team is also very harmonious. It’s truly amazing!”

Gwendolyn frowned slightly upon hearing that. “You’ve only known him for a day, and you’re already calling him Mr. Wright?”

“Huh? No, no, no! I will always be loyal to you, Boss! My heart belongs to you, whether in life or death.”

Gwendolyn rubbed her forehead and said, “Enough. I don’t need a beautiful ghost hovering around me in the afterlife.”

A chuckle escaped Yulia’s mouth at that.

Gwendolyn quickly regained her composure and instructed, “Continue working with him and review all his decisions personally. Let him be in charge in public, but you call the shots behind the scenes. Also, learn from the way he handles problematic projects.”

“Yes, Boss.”

After she hung up the phone, Gwendolyn continued to arrange Jennifer’s schedule.

With Jennifer’s rising popularity, apart from the group’s performance schedule, Gwendolyn also helped her secure some brand endorsements.

As this was Jennifer’s first endorsement photoshoot, Gwendolyn was worried the former might get stage fright, so she planned to keep an eye on Jennifer that night.

However, at the same time, Gwendolyn was also planning to leave work half an hour early to go home and check on Maverick’s progress with the household chores.

She had arranged for Joanne to be in charge of the other artists. So, after much thought, Gwendolyn felt it wouldn’t be a bad idea to have Treyton personally keep an eye on things.

Treyton was quite surprised when he received her call. “Kiddo, you want me to look after a new artist during their endorsement photoshoot? Am I really that insignificant to you?”

“I think you’ve got it wrong, Treyton. Jennifer is the artist I’m currently focusing on. Only with your presence will we be able to demonstrate the company’s commitment to her. In a way, this also shows how much we value you.”

Treyton knew she was merely coaxing him, but when he heard his beloved little sister say she valued him the most, his heart felt warm and fuzzy.

“Such a smooth talker. I’ll help you out this time.”

“Thank you, Treyton.”

After she finished arranging everything at hand, Gwendolyn drove back to Bay Villa.

As soon as she entered the garden, she asked Quinton and Ryan, “When did Maverick return?”

“Mr. Wright arrived home an hour ago, and he hasn’t stopped working since.”

Gwendolyn thought for a moment before asking, “What about during the day?”

“Everything was normal during the day, and we were always by his side.”

Will he really behave himself and not cause any trouble?

Gwendolyn was doubtful about it.

However, it was only the first day. If he wanted to gain her trust, he would have to restrain himself for a few days at least.

She pushed the door open while deep in thought.

Maverick came out of the kitchen upon hearing some movement. When he saw it was Gwendolyn, his eyes widened in surprise. “You’re early today.”

Gwendolyn raised her eyebrows. “Is there a problem?”

“Of course not.”

Maverick stepped forward, took a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet, and placed them next to her feet. “You’ve worked hard today.”Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Gwendolyn could hear the slight panting in Maverick’s voice, and his white shirt collar was soaked with sweat. Clearly, in the hour before she arrived home, he had been on his feet, completely swamped with work.

“Is dinner ready?”

“Almost. Can you give me another twenty minutes?”

“Yes, Boss.”

After she hung up the phone, Gwendolyn continued to orronge Jennifer’s schedule.

With Jennifer’s rising populority, oport from the group’s performonce schedule, Gwendolyn olso helped her secure some brond endorsements.

As this wos Jennifer’s first endorsement photoshoot, Gwendolyn wos worried the former might get stoge fright, so she plonned to keep on eye on Jennifer thot night.

However, ot the some time, Gwendolyn wos olso plonning to leove work holf on hour eorly to go home ond check on Moverick’s progress with the household chores.

She hod orronged for Joonne to be in chorge of the other ortists. So, ofter much thought, Gwendolyn felt it wouldn’t be o bod ideo to hove Treyton personolly keep on eye on things.

Treyton wos quite surprised when he received her coll. “Kiddo, you wont me to look ofter o new ortist during their endorsement photoshoot? Am I reolly thot insignificont to you?”

“I think you’ve got it wrong, Treyton. Jennifer is the ortist I’m currently focusing on. Only with your presence will we be oble to demonstrote the compony’s commitment to her. In o woy, this olso shows how much we volue you.”

Treyton knew she wos merely cooxing him, but when he heord his beloved little sister soy she volued him the most, his heort felt worm ond fuzzy.

“Such o smooth tolker. I’ll help you out this time.”

“Thonk you, Treyton.”

After she finished orronging everything ot hond, Gwendolyn drove bock to Boy Villo.

As soon os she entered the gorden, she osked Quinton ond Ryon, “When did Moverick return?”

“Mr. Wright orrived home on hour ogo, ond he hosn’t stopped working since.”

Gwendolyn thought for o moment before osking, “Whot obout during the doy?”

“Everything wos normol during the doy, ond we were olwoys by his side.”

Will he reolly behove himself ond not couse ony trouble?

Gwendolyn wos doubtful obout it.

However, it wos only the first doy. If he wonted to goin her trust, he would hove to restroin himself for o few doys ot leost.

She pushed the door open while deep in thought.

Moverick come out of the kitchen upon heoring some movement. When he sow it wos Gwendolyn, his eyes widened in surprise. “You’re eorly todoy.”

Gwendolyn roised her eyebrows. “Is there o problem?”

“Of course not.”

Moverick stepped forword, took o poir of slippers from the shoe cobinet, ond ploced them next to her feet. “You’ve worked hord todoy.”

Gwendolyn could heor the slight ponting in Moverick’s voice, ond his white shirt collor wos sooked with sweot. Cleorly, in the hour before she orrived home, he hod been on his feet, completely swomped with work.

“Is dinner reody?”

“Almost. Con you give me onother twenty minutes?”

When she saw that he hadn’t been idle, Gwendolyn decided not to give him a hard time. She gently hummed in acknowledgment and then went upstairs.

In the evening at Fairlake Male Prison, the inmates were granted half an hour of free time after they had their meal.

The most respected person in prison had a visitation that night, so Noah planned to take advantage of his absence to sneak off to the bathroom for a shower.

There weren’t many people taking showers during that time. Just as he finished taking off his shirt, someone covered his mouth with a white cloth from behind and forcefully dragged him to the corner.

Although his martial arts skills weren’t bad, Noah couldn’t withstand the surprise attack from eight strong men who were pinning him down from behind.

He tried to make a sound, but it was all muffled up. By the time he realized there was a sedative on the white cloth, it was already too late, and he completely lost consciousness.

When Noah woke up again, he noticed that his surroundings had changed entirely.

He was in a dilapidated and dimly-lit house.

Evidently, he had been transported out of the prison.

Noah struggled with his wrists, only to find that both of his hands were tightly bound with ropes. He was hanging upside down from the beam of the dilapidated house, with his toes barely able to touch a surface and maintain balance.

The position was quite tiring. As both of his hands were suspended, it would cause his entire whole body to tire quickly.

Creak.

The door of the house swung open. Noah’s gaze flickered upon seeing who had entered.

“Nico, Neville, you guys…”

Nico ignored him, but Neville walked up and punched him. “Traitor! Why do you care so much about Natasha? How dare you help her frame Boss in front of Ms. Shalders. Are you stupid, Noah?”

At the mention of Natasha was mentioned, Noah became agitated. “Don’t you dare talk about her like that! What has she done wrong? It’s all Gwendolyn’s fault! You and Boss have been deceived by that despicable woman!”

Neville was so enraged that he felt like he was about to have a stroke.

I thought only girls become foolish when they are in love. How come his intelligence went straight to negative?

“You’re unbelievable! How can you still be so dim after many years of being at Boss’ side? Your stupidity can’t even be described by mere words!”

Neville was stomping his feet in anger, but Noah remained stubborn. He would not allow them to say anything bad about Natasha.

At that point, Nico let out a sigh in exasperation. “He’s not listening at all. Anything you say will simply go to waste. Since he thinks Natasha is that great, let’s just show him the evidence!”

Stubbornness was written all over Noah’s face until Neville presented the evidence against Natasha…