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.”
“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.
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