Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 119

Chapter 119 Cunning 

Elven detected the sarcasm in his words and responded with a smile, “Mr. Wright, I apologize.” 

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Maverick hummed lightly and found himself walking toward the wall. Facing the wall, he placed both hands on it for support. 

As soon as he stood up, a cane whipped through the air like a gust of wind. 

The blow landed directly and mercilessly on his straightened back, producing a crisp sound. 

“Ugh…” 

Maverick gritted his teeth, his hands instinctively clenching into tight fists. 

Before he could even recover from the pain brought by the first stroke, the second and third blows quickly followed. They mercilessly hit his back without giving him a chance to catch his breath. 

Indeed, it hurt. 

Due to the injection of a special drug, his physical constitution had weakened and his skin had become thinner. Thus, his sense of pain intensified. 

The 023 special drug was originally designed to treat prisoners of war who had committed grave mistakes Once injected, the individual would be unable to resist. The pain experienced during interrogation and punishment would be intensified. This would ultimately lead to extreme physical and mental torment. 

Never did he expect that one day the 023 drug, albeit an adjusted prescription, would be used to torment him. 

It was ironic, indeed. 

The intense pain from the cane striking his back snapped him back to reality. 

After just over twenty strokes, it was obvious that several bruises had appeared underneath the white shir 

With sheer determination, Maverick held his breath to avoid making any humiliating cries. He bit down on his lower lip so hard that it left a row of bloody marks. Cold sweat covered his forehead, while the vei in his arms bulged prominently. 

By the fortieth stroke, his arms, which were propped against the wall, began to tremble uncontrollably. 

By the seventieth stroke, his back was in so much pain that it had almost gone numb. His skin was more fragile than before. Several spots on his back had been whipped open, leaving scattered bloodstains on h white shirt. 

He began to feel rather light-headed and unsteady. His legs, originally slender and straight, started to tremble uncontrollably. 

Elven watched from the side. He could not help but admire how cunning Treyton’s beating was. 

The cane could really hurt and torture its victim without actually killing them. 

Moreover, since he was secretly looking for trouble with Maverick behind Gwendolyn’s back, all the injuries on his back would not affect his walking. This way, Gwendolyn would not know. 

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As he was deep in thought, he suddenly heard something plop. 

Maverick had fallen onto the floor due to intense pain, passing out on the spot. 

The two aggressors looked at each other with bewildered expressions, ultimately turning to Elven for help. 

“Elven, what should we do?” 

Elven glanced at the pale-faced Maverick on the floor and asked, “How many times have you caned him?” 

“Ninety.” 

Elven clicked his tongue twice, suddenly feeling a sense of admiration for the unconscious man before. him. 

“He actually managed to endure ninety strokes without making a sound before passing out. He really is a tough guy. You two didn’t go easy on him, did you?” 

The two hurriedly shook their heads. “You know how strong our hands are. Besides, this is Mr. Harris’ order. How could we dare to go easy?” They paused for a moment, then continued, “Elven, what should we do now? Should we give him the last ten strikes or not? If we do, I’m afraid we’ll have to splash water o him to wake him up before we continue, right?” 

Elven did not speak. He lowered his head to take another look at Maverick on the floor. 

His entire face, devoid of color, was as pale as paper, yet his lips were covered in bright red bloodstains. 

Because of his distinct and handsome features, his miserable appearance surprisingly did not make him look bad. Instead, it gave off a unique sense of fragile beauty, 

Elven sincerely wanted to exclaim how unfair God was. The man was really handsome. 

It was no wonder Gwendolyn liked to keep him around. He was at least pleasing to the eye. 

“Elven?” 

The two people holding canes were at a loss. 

Elven snapped back to reality and focused his gaze on Maverick’s dreadful-looking back. 

“Forget it. It’s quite a miracle that he’s lasted this long with his weak constitution. If we splash water on him to wake him up and continue, he’ll probably pass out again in no time. Mr. Harris said we should make it quick, so let’s get going.” 

“How should we explain things to Mr. Harris, then…” 

Elven replied, “I will tell him the truth.” 

They were getting ready to return home. 

Before leaving, Elven called out Quinton and Ryan, who had been staying hidden in the shadows. 

“What did you two just see?” 

Quinton and Ryan lowered their heads. “Mr. Wright passed out in the living room because he was too 

from doing housework. We didn’t see anything else.” 

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Elven nodded in satisfaction. “If Ms. Shalders asks about it, you tell her exactly this If she doesn’t ask, then just act as if nothing happened. Got it” 

“Got it.” 

After setting the story straight, everyone left. Quinton and Ryan returned to their posts after receiving their orders, completely ignoring the man who had fainted in the living room. 

Gwendolyn was the apple of the eyes of the Harrises. If anyone dared to hurt her, they would have to face the consequences of their own actions. 

Maverick curled up on the cold marble floor of the living room. 

His head was foggy and heavy. He felt that he was caught in a cycle of being jolted awake by pain and then slipping back into dizziness. Over and over, he endured this torment. 

Nico secretly visited someone in prison. 

When Natasha was brought out by the police, Nico was completely stunned.