Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 145

“Ahh! What is this…”

Inside the hemp sack was an unconscious woman. Her hair was so messy, resembling a bird’s nest, covering her face. Her body emitted a sour odor.

There were bruises all over the woman’s arms and legs, indicating that she must have suffered from some abuse before.

Samantha looked up at the man with a puzzled expression on her face.

The man did not speak and just smiled. However, that smile was meaningful.

Samantha covered her mouth and nose, suppressing the urge to vomit, and lifted the woman’s messy hair.

“Is… this Natasha?”

Wasn’t she sent to jail by Gwendolyn? I heard she was sentenced to ten years. How did she get out so soon?

“She was divorced by the Wright family and disowned by the Mossey family. She’s nothing now, just a useless person. How useful can she be?”

The man was still smiling. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

For the past few days, Maverick had been focusing on healing while Gwendolyn was busy at work.

Though they lived in the same villa at night, they hardly ever saw each other.

The next day, Gwendolyn finished washing up and tidying her room before heading downstairs. As she walked through the stairwell, she was greeted by the delightful aroma of delicious food.

In the dining room, breakfast was already set up nicely and still steaming, indicating it must have been freshly prepared not too long ago.

Gwendolyn’s lips curled into a smile. In such a short time, someone’s cooking skills have improved rapidly.

Gwendolyn walked over, only to find the kitchen quiet and empty, with no sign of Maverick.

So Gwendolyn called out, “Elven, where’s Maverick?”

“Ms. Shalders, Mr. Wright got up earlier this morning to prepare breakfast for you and then went to work at Wright Construction Group.”

Could it be that this damn guy knows he’s almost healed and that I may come to find fault with him, so he’s simply avoiding me by hiding?

Gwendolyn chuckled and shook her head. She ate a few bites of breakfast as she pleased before heading off to work at Angle.

Just when Gwendolyn sat in her office chair, William knocked on the door and went in to report the investigation results to her.

“Ms. Shalders, Mr. Wright wasn’t lying. Mr. Ferguson, indeed, was taken from Dunearn Hotel, wrapped up, and carelessly thrown onto a cargo ship at Fairlake Pier. As for his current whereabouts, it’s quite difficult to determine.”

William paused for a second, then continued, “Although the surveillance camera at Dunearn Hotel during that time was destroyed, I accidentally discovered a familiar face that had been overlooked in the deletion.”

William handed Gwendolyn a photo extracted from the surveillance footage with both hands.

“Even though this person is wearing a mask, Ms. Shalders, don’t you think his eyes and eyebrows resemble Nico?”

Gwendolyn took the photo and carefully examined it for a while.

Since Gwendolyn had previously allowed Nico to become Maverick’s assistant nominally, they had occasionally worked together for more than half a month. As a result, she had seen Nico a few times and had a slight impression of him.

If it really was Nico, then I could basically rule out the possibility that Maverick was the one who took Natasha away.

It felt as if a weight had been lifted from her heart. Gwendolyn put down the photo and continued giving orders. “Keep searching for Natasha’s whereabouts until we find her. Also, investigate if there have been any recent personnel movements within the Harris family.”

“Yes, Ms. Shalders.”

Gwendolyn nodded, signaling William to leave and continue his work.

Watching William walk away, Gwendolyn was lost in thought.

If William gather the people from Shadow Bell to investigate thoroughly and still can’t find anything, then such a meticulous modus operandi could very likely be the work of the person from the Harris family who harmed me before. So, what exactly does that person want to achieve by using Natasha?

For some unknown reason, Gwendolyn couldn’t help but feel uneasy about Natasha’s disappearance. She even sensed something serious was going to happen.

As Gwendolyn anxiously pondered, her hands remained busy.

While checking the latest schedules and shooting progress of all the artists, Gwendolyn unexpectedly found out Joaquin’s filming had mysteriously halted since yesterday afternoon, and he did not show up for shooting at the film production set that morning.

Gwendolyn immediately called Joaquin’s manager.

“Ms. Shalders, I’m innocent! Yesterday, Joaquin was filming just fine, but somehow, he had a conflict with Mr. Joseph Xanthos from the neighboring film production team. Mr. Xanthos is not someone to be messed with. So they fought, and Mr. Xanthos ended up in the hospital. Many spectators who visited Fairlake Film Studios witnessed the incident. I’m currently discussing a solution with the two film production teams.”

As Gwendolyn listened further, her frown deepened. “Why wasn’t this incident reported yesterday? Where’s Joaquin?”

“Sorry, Ms. Shalders. I was considering since Joaquin had experienced similar incidents before, I planned to settle it directly with the film production team. However, I didn’t expect Mr. Xanthos’ injury to be quite serious this time, and Joaquin was taken away from the hotel by someone from the Zipper family early this morning. We haven’t been able to contact him since…”

Gwendolyn fell silent for a moment.

Given Patrick’s temper, once the troublemaker, Joaquin, returned home, the latter would definitely face a round of domestic discipline.

Gwendolyn drove all the way to the Zipper residence.
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