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Chapter 203 Play Dead
Gwendolyn furrowed her brows. “What’s wrong with him?”
“Mr. Wright… is gone.”
Gwendolyn froze on the spot.
He’s gone? How can the person who talked and told stories to me through the night be gone after I
wake up?
Gwendolyn found it hard to believe. “What do you mean by gone? What sort of a ruse is he pulling?”
Elven’s voice was choked with sobs.
“Justin said that Mr. Wright found out about the man in black intending to kill you at night in advance.
Mr. Wright told Justin to keep it a secret and went alone to help eliminate those people for you, but
he… didn’t return.”
Gwendolyn staggered a step back, and her expression turned from shock to a sneer. “That’s
impossible! I don’t believe it. How could that sc*m die so easily?”
Elven did not speak. Seeing that Gwendolyn was still suspicious, he could not hold back his tears.
Gwendolyn scolded, “Why are you crying? How can a grown man like you cry like this? I’ll deduct half a
year’s wages if you keep crying.”
Elven sobbed even harder after hearing this. “Boohoo… Mr. Wright was such a good person. He’s
gone at such a young age. Yet, you still want to deduct my salary! I feel so miserable, and these tears
just won’t stop!”
Gwendolyn’s eyes reddened from seeing his one point eight meters tall figure’s shoulders miserably
quivering from his sobs.
Gwendolyn took a deep breath and stated calmly, “You can’t be sure since he just hasn’t come back.
Send people to find him, no matter whether he’s dead or alive!
“Ms. Shalders, Ms. Shalders!” William hastily ran to her room. “Nico called and said he hopes you’ll
finish dealing with your things and return as soon as possible. He said that Mr. Wright is waiting for you
at Bay Villa.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Is Mr. Wright alive? Did he go back? Was he hurt last night?” Elven sniffled, and he was pleasantly
surprised.
Gwendolyn did not say anything. She looked at William, waiting for his response.
William shook his head. “I don’t know. Nico only said this much. Mr. Wright should have returned safely
since he’s waiting for Ms. Shalders at Bay Villa.”
Gwendolyn and Elven breathed a sigh of relief.
“Pack your things and book the earliest flight to Fairlake.”
I want to see what Maverick and Justin are up to.
“Yes, Ms. Shalders.”
The group moved quickly, and they boarded the earliest flight back to Fairlake.
However, it was close to sunset when they arrived at Bay Villa.
It was winter, and the sky appeared cloudy, as if heavy rain could pour down at any moment.
Cold wind blew, but it could not stop Gwendolyn in her tracks.
Justin was nowhere to be seen when she entered the villa. It was silent and still.
Feeling confused, Gwendolyn quickly opened the villa door.
The open windows let in a surge of cold air, and the lights were not on. The man who greeted her and
handed her slippers every day was not in the kitchen.
“Maverick?” Gwendolyn called out, but there was no response.
She scanned her surroundings and found a small sticky note on the coat rack.
It read: The weather has turned cold. Remember to wear an extra layer even when you’re indoors.
You’ll look stunning even when wearing a heavy coat since you have a good figure.
Gwendolyn’s expression turned grim, and she yelled upstairs, “Maverick, what on earth are you up to?”
She received only the response of the prolonged silence of the air.
When Gwendolyn entered his room, she noticed that his blanket was nicely folded and his bed was
chilly.
The whole room felt incredibly bleak, apart from the sound of the thin curtains rustling in the cold wind.
Gwendolyn grew increasingly uneasy, and an ill premonition brewed in her heart. She went to the third
floor, but there was still no sign of him.
She returned to the living room after looking around and noticed a sticky note in the fruit basket.
It read: You should eat more fruits as they are high in vitamins.
There were more sticky notes on the refrigerator, and Gwendolyn walked over to take them down.
One read: Eat more vegetables. Stop being picky with your food. Mushrooms may not taste good, but
they are very nutritious. You’re very thin, and I’ll still like you even if you gain ten pounds.
Gwendolyn then went into the kitchen and took a sticky note off the coffee machine.
It read: Drink less coffee at night. Remember to rest even when you’re busy with work. It pains me to
see you pull an all-nighter.
Gwendolyn was moved by his sincerity. However, the more she thought about it, the stranger it
seemed. “Come out, Maverick! What on earth are you trying to do?”
Gwendolyn waited for a few minutes, but there was still no response. Just then, she heard a knock on
the door.
Thrilled, Gwendolyn turned around to open the door.
“Why didn’t you take the key—” Gwendolyn paused in her words.
Nico was standing at the door, holding an antique vase. The tears on his face had yet to dry, and his
eyes were red.
Neville and Swain, who stood behind him, were also crying. Elven, Ezra, and a few bodyguards were
standing at the side with sorrowful expressions.
Gwendolyn’s heart skipped a beat, and a strong sense of ill premonition brewed in her heart.
She asked coldly, “Where’s Maverick?”
Nico looked down at the antique vase in his hand, saying sorrowfully, “Mr. Wright is here.”
Gwendolyn followed his line of sight. A hunch arose in her heart, but she refused to believe it.
As Nico cried, he explained, “Mr. Wright wanted to resolve the matter with the man in black for you last
night. He secretly went to the abandoned warehouse in the eastern suburbs of the city. However, those
people set a trap and doused the whole warehouse in gasoline. Mr. Wright was already engulfed in
flames by the time we…”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmNico could not bring himself to finish the sentence as tears rolled down his cheeks.
Everyone was immersed in a state of grief.
Gwendolyn’s eyes turned red from this depressing atmosphere. However, she still sneered coldly, “Are
you saying this is his urn? Do you think I’ll fall for such a trick?”
Neville and Swain sobbed even harder after hearing this. As for Nico, he forcibly held back his sobs.
“Mr. Wright has been burnt till unrecognizable from the fire. We cremated him because we couldn’t
bear it. We knew he loved you most, so we took him here first before taking him back to the Wright
residence.”
Gwendolyn stared at the urn containing Maverick’s ashes in a daze. Just then, she had a flashback to
the nightmare she had in Salinsburgh.
Gwendolyn can never forget his helpless and sorrowful expression in the midst of the flames.
I didn’t expect it to be true.
Trembling, Gwendolyn reached out to take the urn from Nico.
Two drops of tears fell uncontrollably from her eyes.
Gwendolyn wiped away her tears and looked at Nico. She sneered coldly and asked grimly, “Are you
all in this together to fool me? Do you think I’ll believe you if you randomly use an urn to fool me? I want
to see Maverick’s body, even if he’s dead! Does he think I’ll give him a chance if he uses such a better
to make me shed a few tears? Dream on! Is this his ashes? I’ll crush it and reduce it to ashes, then!
Let’s see if Maverick can keep up the act, shall we?”
Gwendolyn’s eyes were reddened. She raised the cremains high with a cold expression, prepared to
toss it down.
“No!”
Nico, Neville, and the others fell to their knees with a loud thud.
“Mr. Wright is really dead! Whether you believe it or not, he can never come back. Mr. Wright was
already injured, and he went there last night knowing he won’t come out of it alive. He died for you!”
Gwendolyn stared at them in shock.
These people were machismo men who had fought countless life-and-death situations alongside
Maverick.
Yet, they were kneeling before her for these ashes.
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