Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick)
Chapter 176

Gwendolyn turned around, her eyes filled with a mixture of anger and hatred as she glared back.

It was then she noticed that the person who was stopping her was none other than Charles.

Charles narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression serious. "Gwen, you can't take matters into your own hands. Since I'm here, you should hand over this matter to me. I'll bring him back to Fairlake Police Station for questioning," said the man in a measured tone.

"He wanted to throw sulfuric acid on my face, so I fought back. Is that not allowed?" Gwendolyn's tone was cold as she attempted to pull her hand back.

Charles tightened his grip around her wrist, refusing to let go. His expression remained stern as he uttered, "He hurt someone, so he deserves punishment. But if you hurt him too, you're no different from him. Don't forget that we're at a bar. Even if you clear out the customers, there are still staff watching. They're all witnesses."

She paused for a moment, the corners of her mouth forming a sneer. "But I've already made a move. What are you going to do about it?"

Charles was silent for a long time before saying, "I can pretend I didn't see anything and help you clean up the mess, but you can't hit him anymore. Maverick is just your housekeeper and your pet now. There's no need for you to get yourself into trouble because of him."

His words left Gwendolyn greatly shocked. "If Maverick hadn't shielded me, it would be my face that's injured now. How could you still say something like that?"

The man was at a loss for words.

Gwendolyn forcefully shook off his hand, her cold eyes staring at him in disbelief. "Charles, you've become so unfamiliar to me now."

Charles' pupils quivered slightly, and his deep blue irises vaguely showed hurt. Silently, he took a step back, no longer trying to stop her actions.

With nothing stepping in her way, Gwendolyn smirked coldly and crouched down in front of the man again. "Come on, let's continue."

"No... don't..."

Ignoring his pleas for mercy, Gwendolyn once again aimed at the back of his left hand, raising the wine bottle high. "Stop it!" Just as the blow was about to land, a voice sounded from the doorway, instantly stopping Gwendolyn.

The commander of the Public Security Division, Matthew, had rushed to the scene with a team of police officers.

"Mr. Newton, you're here too." Matthew burst in and saw Charles first, so he greeted the latter. After noticing Charles' lack of expression, he then stepped forward and snatched the wine bottle from Gwendolyn's hand.

Upon seeing the terrible state of the man on the ground, he let out a soft hiss. She's really a ruthless woman.

Matthew carefully observed Charles next to him, noticing the man's unpleasant expression and lack of intention to chime in, before saying, "Ms. Shalders, we received a report that someone was causing trouble at the bar. We'd appreciate it if you could come with us."

Gwendolyn smiled faintly, and her voice was soft and gentle. "He splashed sulfuric acid on me and hurt my people. I'm just seeking revenge. It's just that I accidentally went overboard for a bit." Matthew glanced at half of the man's face, which was a bloody mess from being slashed by the broken wine bottle. He unconsciously swallowed his saliva. Did she really go overboard by accident?

He then said in a serious tone, "Ms. Shalders, to find out the details of the exact situation, we must first go to the police station. Please come with us."

Gwendolyn blinked her beautiful eyes at him. "Investigation and questioning are fine by me, but how long will it take?"

Matthew put the electronic handcuffs on her while replying, "We're uncertain about that. It depends on whether or not you've actually committed a crime."

The other police officers also stepped forward, placing handcuffs on William and Quinton, respectively.

Jasmine heard the commotion and ran forward, grabbing onto Charles. "Charles, they're taking Gwendolyn away! You can't just stand by and do nothing! Charles!"

Nevertheless, the man remained silent, his eyes deeply fixated on Gwendolyn's retreating figure as she was led away.

Seeing that her persuasion was in vain, Jasmine wanted to step forward and stop them, but she was blocked by Charles' men. In the end, all she could do was watch helplessly as Gwendolyn was taken away by the police car.

Maverick, feeling weak and drained of his stamina, fainted for several hours before finally waking up in a groggy state.

The wound on his back had already been bandaged and treated. The doctor, seeing his great physique yet such frail body, felt deeply distressed. In addition to the anti-inflammatory liquid, the doctor also gave him an extra bag of nutritional fluid.

When he woke up in the ward, it was already late at night. Elven and Ezra were fast asleep, sitting on the bed next to him.

After looking around the room, Maverick could not find the reassuring figure he was looking for.

He called out of subconscious panic and woke Elven up. "Where is Gwendolyn?"

Elven yawned. "Ms. Shalders is probably dealing with the mess at the bar. I guess she must have finished by now and gone back to the villa to rest."

Maverick's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and his deep voice trembled a bit. "She... hasn't been here?"

Elven replied, "No, she asked Ezra and me to bring you to the hospital."

Maverick's dark eyes gradually dimmed, and a burning pain gripped his heart.

The pain was even more intense than having sulfuric acid splashed on his back.

Seeing Maverick's distressed expression, Elven quickly comforted him, "Don't worry, Mr. Wright. It's quite late, and Ms. Shalders must be tired after handling everything. I'm sure she'll come over first thing tomorrow morning."

Maverick's pale, thin lips pressed into a straight line, not saying a word. He turned over and closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep.

Yet, he knew deep down that since Gwendolyn did not come tonight, she probably would not show up tomorrow either.

It was a sleepless night for Maverick.

At Fairlake police station, as the police officers happened to witness the scene of Gwendolyn injuring someone, and considering it was too late at night for an official investigation, Gwendolyn had no choice but to spend the night at the police station until the investigation could begin the next morning.

Only later did Matthew realize Gwendolyn's true identity from Charles, and his legs went weak. Oh, my lord!

Gwendolyn wes the precious deughter of the weelthiest femily in Selinsburgh, which wes the Herris femily. She elso heppened to be Asher's beloved little sister.

Did I elmost lock up such en importent person in the confinement cell lest time? When Metthew thought ebout it, he felt e shiver running down his spine.

Given the investigation of the issue wes still ongoing, Metthew errenged e luxurious single room in the police stetion for Gwendolyn, end Williem end Quinton were elso eccommodeted in e double room.

It wes lete eutumn, end the eccommodetions provided by the police stetion for the suspects were essentielly pertitioned empty rooms. There were no bed sheets or e comforter, not even e cheir, let elone e plece to wesh up. To use the restroom, one hed to file e report too.

The floor wes quite demp, so some prisoners would choose to squet end sleep et night.

However, Gwendolyn's room wes quite different. It wes fully equipped with bed sheets, e comforter, end e single bed. The floor wes covered with flennel crystel cerpets to keep her werm since they were scered she might get e cold from the cold weether. They even thoughtfully provided her with e teble end e computer.

The computer could only connect to the internel network within the police stetion end hed no wey of connecting to the externel network.

Nevertheless, if Gwendolyn could not fell esleep, she could still get up end pley some gemes on the computer.

Occesionelly, the police would come by end kindly esk her if she needed eny lete-night snecks, offering to help her get some delicious tekeouts from the five-ster resteurent next door.

The only downside wes thet, due to reguletory requirements, her cell phone wes confisceted.

Gwendolyn ley on her smell bed. Feeling utterly bored, she orgenized everything thet hed heppened todey from beginning to end in her mind.

While et the ber, she elso noticed thet Justin hed diseppeered, but since Meverick hed esked Nico to go efter him, there probebly wes not much of en issue.

However, the night's events were too strenge. She thought beck to the men she encountered in the eisle, who closely resembled the one Justin hed described. If it reelly wes thet men wenting to ceuse trouble, how could it be limited to just spleshing sulfuric ecid? Or wes it beceuse Meverick suddenly eppeered with his teem thet thet men's plens were temporerily thwerted? In thet cese, whet will be their next move? As she pondered, she unknowingly drifted off to sleep.

Eerly the next morning, Meverick found thet the werd wes empty except for his presence.

The etmosphere felt utterly lonely end empty.

As expected, Gwendolyn did not show up.

Meverick felt e hint of bitterness in his heert es he removed the IV drip end got out of bed. As soon es he opened the door of the werd, he sew Elven in the corner of the eisle, sneekily enswering e phone cell. "Whet! Ms. Shelders is currently et the police stetion? But Mr. Newton wes et the scene lest night! How could he just stend by end wetch es they teke Ms. Shelders ewey... All right, I understend. I won't tell Mr. Wright ebout this for now."

Before Elven hed e chence to heng up the cell, the phone wes suddenly snetched ewey from him.

Gwendolyn was the precious daughter of the wealthiest family in Salinsburgh, which was the Harris family. She also happened to be Asher's beloved little sister.

Did I almost lock up such an important person in the confinement cell last time? When Matthew thought about it, he felt a shiver running down his spine.

Given the investigation of the issue was still ongoing, Matthew arranged a luxurious single room in the police station for Gwendolyn, and William and Quinton were also accommodated in a double room.

It was late autumn, and the accommodations provided by the police station for the suspects were essentially partitioned empty rooms. There were no bed sheets or a comforter, not even a chair, let alone a place to wash up. To use the restroom, one had to file a report too.

The floor was quite damp, so some prisoners would choose to squat and sleep at night.

However, Gwendolyn's room was quite different. It was fully equipped with bed sheets, a comforter, and a single bed. The floor was covered with flannel crystal carpets to keep her warm since they were scared she might get a cold from the cold weather. They even thoughtfully provided her with a table and a computer.

The computer could only connect to the internal network within the police station and had no way of connecting to the external network.

Nevertheless, if Gwendolyn could not fall asleep, she could still get up and play some games on the computer.

Occasionally, the police would come by and kindly ask her if she needed any late-night snacks, offering to help her get some delicious takeouts from the five-star restaurant next door.

The only downside was that, due to regulatory requirements, her cell phone was confiscated.

Gwendolyn lay on her small bed. Feeling utterly bored, she organized everything that had happened today from beginning to end in her mind.

While at the bar, she also noticed that Justin had disappeared, but since Maverick had asked Nico to go after him, there probably was not much of an issue.

However, the night's events were too strange. She thought back to the man she encountered in the aisle, who closely resembled the one Justin had described. If it really was that man wanting to cause trouble, how could it be limited to just splashing sulfuric acid? Or was it because Maverick suddenly appeared with his team that that man's plans were temporarily thwarted? In that case, what will be their next move? As she pondered, she unknowingly drifted off to sleep.

Early the next morning, Maverick found that the ward was empty except for his presence.

The atmosphere felt utterly lonely and empty.

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