Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right by Minerva Sowle

Chapter 166 Cruel Little Game

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.

When Gwendolyn looked down, her expression turned serious. “What is the meaning of this?”

“Gwen, given your pet’s physical strength, he won’t last more than five minutes against this woman. I’ll

give you choices. You can stand by and watch as she brutally tortures him to death, which would serve

as a fitting punishment for him.”

He paused briefly before continuing, “Alternatively, you can use this revolver, loaded with just one

bullet, to end the life of the woman inside. Or, you can take matters into your own hands and personally

eliminate your disobedient pet, giving him a swift and decisive end. What do you think?”

Gwendolyn’s eyes widened as she stared at him incredulously. “You must be crazy!”

Charles chuckled, his eyes gleaming with a sinister light. “Inside that room, there’s only a fugitive and

your servant. He’s just a little pet. You can easily find a replacement since he disobeyed you,” he said

nonchalantly.

Gwendolyn gritted her teeth and stared at Charles coldly. “He belongs to me, and you have no right in

deciding what will happen to him.”

With an innocent expression, Charles moved the gun in his hand closer to Gwendolyn. “Of course.

That’s why the choice is yours.”

Gwendolyn’s expression turned stern as she observed the situation inside the room. Maverick was

skillfully evading Natasha’s attacks, determined not to let her lay a finger on him.

However, Nico had been lured away by Charles’ people, leaving Maverick isolated and helpless. If the

situation persisted, there would be no way for the latter to escape.

Gwendolyn frowned. “I choose neither!”

Once her words fell, she made a move to rush into the cabin. Charles, with his quick reflexes, grabbed

her arm and blocked her path.

Gwendolyn’s eyes burned with fury. The next moment, she swung her hand back and slapped Charles

across the face.

Charles stood his ground, facing her anger head-on with a smile still adorning his face. “Feel free to

slap me if it brings you satisfaction, but I won’t allow you to enter. Those who have taken the 545

special drug go berserk and lose control. It’s too risky, and I cannot jeopardize your safety. Your only

option is to use a gun to end her life.”

Gwendolyn stared daggers at him. “I don’t know how to use a gun.”

“You can do it. I personally taught you how to shoot back then. Come on, let me see if your shooting

skills have regressed or not.”

Once again, Charles moved the revolver closer to her. “If you hesitate any longer, your little pet won’t

be able to hold on.”

Pupils quivering, Gwendolyn looked toward the cabin.

Maverick was gradually beginning to feel the strain on his body, and he struggled to keep up with the

relentless assault.

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.