Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 166

Gwendolyn pursed her lips and fixed her cold eyes on Maverick inside the cabin, but she remained silent.

Following her gaze, Charles looked into the cabin. His deep blue eyes narrowed slightly, and a wicked smile played at the corners of his mouth.

“Gwen, how about we play an interesting game?”

“What?”

Gwendolyn turned to look at him. When she saw his expression, her heart was filled with a sense of foreboding.

Without saying anything, Charles gently raised his hand.

His subordinates understood immediately and quickly approached the cabin.

Inside, Natasha was crying her heart out with deep regret.

“Mave, I don’t want to die here, and I certainly don’t want to go back to prison. Can you help me? I’m willing to cooperate and tell you everything I know. In return, I only ask for enough money for a comfortable life and assistance in leaving the country. I promise that once I’m gone, I’ll never return to Chanaea and trouble you again.”

Maverick fell silent for a moment before he spoke in a cold tone. “That depends on how much you know and whether it’s worth the money I’m paying.”

“All right. I’ll tell you everything you want to know!”

Natasha propped herself up with her hands, struggling to stand. As she straightened her body, a faint sound of wind reached her ears.

Following that, she felt a slight sting on the side of her neck. She instinctively reached out to touch the source of the sensation and discovered something foreign embedded in her skin.

Upon removing the object from her neck, she noticed that it was a syringe thinner than a pinky finger.

Natasha was baffled.

At the sight of the empty syringe in her hand, Maverick furrowed his brows and swiftly whipped his head around to look out the window. In that split second, he caught a glimpse of a swift figure flashing by.

“Nico.”

He called out, but there was no response from outside the cabin.

Natasha’s expression gradually turned numb. Blood vessels emerged in her pupils as a fleeting expression of pain crossed her face.

Immediately after, she lifted her crimson eyes and glared at Maverick with intense hatred. “Do you really think I would tell you? In your dreams! If I can’t have it easy, neither can you and Gwendolyn, that b*tch! I’ll send you to your death first, and she’ll soon join you!” she snarled, her voice laced with venom.

Her face contorted ferociously, and with a piercing scream and her teeth bared, she lunged toward Maverick at an astonishing speed.

It was as if the dormant beast within Natasha had been unleashed. Lethal intent brimmed in her eyes, which emanated an unwavering resolve to rend him apart right then and there.

Maverick skillfully dodged to the side, making sure Natasha didn’t even touch a single piece of his clothing.

The house descended into sudden chaos.

Seeing Natasha’s condition, Gwendolyn shot Charles a glare.

“What did you do?”

Charles laughed. “Recently, a new drug called 545 special drug was developed. It can enhance the evilness within a person and turn them into a wild beast. Their attack power increases dramatically, and they desire to see blood. If they can’t vent their aggression in time, their hearts will give out, and they will die. This drug has only been experimented on animals thus far. But Natasha, being a fugitive, will face a torturous experience once she is sent back to prison. Why not make use of her as an experiment subject instead, and let her meet a fitting end?”

Gwendolyn stared at Charles in disbelief.

After seven years apart, he was far more ruthless and vicious than she had ever imagined.

Beneath his handsome, ethereal appearance was now a twisted soul. She couldn’t help wondering what exactly he had experienced over the past seven years.

“This is outrageous. You’re no longer the Charles I once knew.”

Charles’ expression was indifferent, but as he looked straight into her eyes, his blue pupils held a glimmer of intense possessiveness.

He hooked his lips into a faint smile, took out a revolver from the back of his waistband, swiftly loaded a bullet, and handed it to Gwendolyn.

In contrast, Natasha appeared to be fueled by the injected substance, her movements becoming more frenzied and her thirst for blood intensifying.

Maverick quickly scanned the room and looked for any handy tools. When his eyes caught sight of a bowl on the wooden table, he darted over and knocked the bowl against the edge of the table.

The bowl shattered in an instant.

While he was doing this, Natasha screamed and rushed toward him at lightning speed.

He instinctively tried to evade her, but his weakened physical state hindered his speed. Just a split second too slow, and Natasha’s fingernails tore through his suit jacket.

Maverick’s gaze briefly flickered with disdain as he observed the tear on the fabric before his chest. Without hesitation, he removed his suit and tossed it toward Natasha’s face.

Natasha’s eyes burned with an insatiable bloodlust, her thirst for violence palpable in the air. As if unable to find an outlet to vent her pain, she viciously tore apart the suit and lunged at him once again.

Maverick was forced to retreat. Suddenly, he heard a loud sound reverberating through the air—the door of the locked wooden cabin had been kicked open.

Upon turning around, he saw Gwendolyn.

Her eyebrows were furrowed, her expression solemn. The revolver in her hand was aimed straight at him.

This scene caused a sharp pain in Maverick’s heart.

The nightmare he had on the car was still vividly etched in his mind, and he couldn’t believe it had actually come true.

“Gwendolyn, please don’t…” Maverick called out softly, his voice trembling and carrying a hint of pleading.

However, Gwendolyn’s hand holding the gun remained steady. All of a sudden, her eyes hardened, and she decisively pulled the trigger at him.

With a self-mocking smirk on his thin lips, Maverick stood still and closed his eyes in resignation.

Bang!

A deafening boom erupted.