Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 157

The humiliating memories were brought to mind.

Samantha glared at Gwendolyn while her gaze was filled with a fierce hatred that made her look murderous.

“I have no idea where they are. And even if I did, I wouldn’t share that with you! In fact, I’m still hoping for them to kill you!”

“So, you’re not telling, huh?”

Despite the gentle tone of Gwendolyn’s voice, her eyes held a trace of coldness.

“Well then, it’s time for us to settle the score.”

Gwendolyn paused briefly, retracting the dagger from Samantha’s chin and shifting it slowly to her right shoulder blade. “When my car exploded that day, a shard accidentally cut my shoulder. Let’s start there.”

Fear filled Samantha’s eyes as her face grew pale, and she vigorously shook her head. “No, please! It had nothing to do with me! It was your own carelessness… Ahh!”

A piercing scream then echoed across the horizon.

With icy brutality, Gwendolyn raised her hand and plunged the dagger down.

Samantha shivered in agony, her body drenched in a cold sweat, while blood seeped from her shoulder, staining her white dress.

Samantha glared angrily at Gwendolyn with frustration and warned, “Just wait and see, you wicked woman! I won’t let you get away with this!”

Gwendolyn commented, “You still have the energy to curse, so it seems you’re not in much pain.” She then moved the dagger closer to Samantha’s pale arm and offered, “I’ll give you one last chance. Where are the people backing you and Natasha?”

Samantha bit her lip fiercely as Gwendolyn prepared to strike again.

Samantha then hurriedly exclaimed, “I have no clue; I swear! He never revealed his identity to me. He only informs me when there’s a mission, and he also has Natasha with him. I genuinely don’t know!”

Gwendolyn stared at Samantha for a moment; she then put away the dagger and sat back down on the recliner.

Samantha thought that Gwendolyn had spared her.

However, she barely had a chance to relax when she saw Gwendolyn pass the knife to Nico, her voice calm yet chillingly merciless. “I had a knife wound on my arm that day, but Elven and Ezra were slashed countless times. Take care of this; you know what to do.”

Having received that sudden instruction, Nico paused briefly and then happily received the dagger. “Don’t worry; I’ll take care of it. You can count on me.”

“No, don’t… Ahh!”

The air was filled with blood-curdling screams.

Shirley, who was standing nearby, was deeply distressed by that and started crying.

Gwendolyn remained calm and contented as she watched.

As she reached for the peeled oranges that Maverick had prepared, someone unexpectedly grabbed her wrist. She turned her head and saw Maverick with a handkerchief, half-crouched by her side, tenderly wiping her fingers.

Maverick caught Gwendolyn’s glance and explained in a low, raspy voice, “You’ve got a little blood here. It’s dirty.”

Gwendolyn remained silent, contentedly indulging in Maverick’s attentive service.

As Gwendolyn finished eating the last orange, Nico completed his task as well.

Covered in wounds and drenched in fresh blood, Samantha’s hair clung to her head, soaked with sweat. She looked disheveled and pitiful; her agony was so intense that she instantly lost consciousness.

Nico’s maneuvers were deviously calculated, pinpointing areas that inflicted intense pain without being life-threatening. At first sight, Samantha looked like a bloody rag doll, but in reality, her wounds were minor.

Gwendolyn could not help but take a second glance at Nico. She had assumed he would be kind and compassionate, but it turned out he was pretty ruthless.

As she pondered this, Gwendolyn subtly glanced at Maverick but chose not to say anything.

She stood up, smoothed her dress, and gestured for Shirley to be released.

As Shirley regained her freedom, she hurried to Samantha’s side, bawling her eyes out.

Gwendolyn warned Shirley, “This is just repayment for the debt from the charity gala day. My eight billion and eight hundred million have been in the Lane family’s hands for quite some time now. Do you want to return it yourselves, or should I take matters into my own hands?”