Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right
Chapter 152

Chapter 152

Over forty men dressed in black charged forward from both sides at the leader’s command.

Gwendolyn’s expression was solemn as she grasped Elven’s and Ezra’s hands and whispered, “I’vealready informed Treyton. Don’t risk your lives to fight them. I want both of you to stay alive!”

Just a moment ago, she had secretly sent a message using her phone while speaking to the assassins.She only needed to hold on for ten more minutes before Treyton’s men arrived.

Upon hearing this, Elven and Ezra became even more determined to protect her at all costs andattacked the approaching assassins brutally, showing no mercy.

The tight-fitting gown made it difficult for Gwendolyn to lift her legs.

She immediately tore off a small strip of fabric from the slit of her gown and quickly wrapped it aroundher right shoulder to stop the bleeding.

While she was doing this, an assassin suddenly charged at her.

She swiftly dodged to the side and kicked the man’s groin with her twelve-centimeter stilettos. His faceturned pale from the pain, and Gwendolyn knocked him out by hitting the back of his neck before hecould react.

With forty men against three, the scene was extremely chaotic.

Meanwhile, a fierce and bloody fight broke out in the cabin.

Nico and Neville were strong, but Samantha’s men were too. The chaos lasted for five minutes.

As Maverick thought of Samantha’s earlier words, his heart twisted in pain.

He couldn’t wait any longer. The longer he stayed here, the more danger Gwendolyn would be in.

“Nico, come with me to save Gwendolyn. Everyone, cover us and retreat!”

The scent of blood permeated the air on Crane Bridge.

Elven and Ezra had each snatched a machete from their opponents. Their gazes were filled with rageas they attacked relentlessly.

However, too many enemies were charging at them, one after another. Their strength was drainedwithin just a few minutes, leaving them barely able to fend off the onslaught. Although the bladesslashed their backs and legs, they simply gritted their teeth and withstood the pain.

Gwendolyn was already injured, so her strength depleted fast. A momentary lapse of concentration hadher being slashed in her arm again.

Her fair and slender arm was stained with a long trail of blood. The pain caused her entire arm totremble uncontrollably.

She pressed on her bleeding wound with her hand, bit her lower lip to endure the pain, and quicklyread the situation.

Elven and Ezra, wounded and covered in blood, were still fighting back despite suffering numerouscuts.

If this continues, we will die before Treyton can even get here!

As she watched blood splattering everywhere, rage stirred within her.

I will surely make them pay a thousand-fold, even a million-fold, for the pain I suffer tonight one day!

She stood on one of the stone pillars on Crane Bridge, her hair disheveled by the wind.

However, the smile on her bloodstained face still looked stunningly beautiful.

As she looked down with a cold gaze from above, her pride and aloofness remained undiminisheddespite her being wounded, as if they were carved into her bones.

“I can’t escape from those who want to kill me, but even if I have to die, I’ll decide how!”

After yelling, she jumped off the ten-meter-high Crane Bridge.

“Ms. Shalders! No!”

Elven’s desperate scream was the last thing she heard before plunging into the water.

As it was dusk, she couldn’t see anything in the water. The dim yellow glow from the streetlights on thebridge became her only light source.

As the light gradually faded, she suddenly experienced an intense headache while unclear imagescontinuously flashed before her eyes.

A tender and crisp voice also sounded, saying, “Miss, please buy a bouquet. You’re as beautiful asthese flowers! Miss, why do you have a dad, but I don’t? Can you share your dad with me, please?Miss, I really like you but can only choose between you and a dad. Miss, Miss…”

Who is it? Who exactly is she?

Gwendolyn’s head throbbed with unbearable pain. A blurry image of a young girl staring at her andlaughing non-stopped appeared in her head.

Aside from the laughter and the little girl’s blurry face, she couldn’t hear or see anything else.

She forgot to struggle, so her body sank deeper into the lake due to the loss of buoyancy.

Am I going to die?

Her consciousness gradually faded.

Just before she passed out completely, she felt someone grabbing her tightly before giving her oxygenthrough his mouth, thus pulling her back from the brink of death.

When Gwendolyn groggily woke up, the first thing she saw was a pristine white ceiling.

“Kiddo, are you feeling better now?”

Treyton’s familiar, low, raspy voice rang in her ears.

Gwendolyn turned her head, and Treyton’s handsome face gradually came into focus before her eyes.

With a hoarse voice, she called out, “Treyton.”

“Don’t speak for now. Your fever just subsided. Don’t hurt your throat.”

Treyton, whose eyes were slightly red, gently rubbed her head. Although distraught, he couldn’t bear toraise his voice at her as he scolded, “You’ve got to be kidding me. Winter is just around the corner, andthe lake is freezing cold. Besides, you were injured. What if you get a wound infection? Don’t you careabout your life at all?”

Gwendolyn’s pale lips curled into a faint smile, reassuring him. Then she asked, “How are Elven andEzra?”

Treyton was annoyed to see her worrying about others immediately after waking up but still repliedsoftly, “They’re fine. Although they have many cuts, none of the injuries are critical. They will recoverafter resting some time.”

Gwendolyn breathed a sigh of relief and was about to continue asking when Treyton stopped her.

“You just woke up. Why do you have so many questions? Wouldn’t it be better to sleep a bit more?”

Gwendolyn’s face turned pale, and she didn’t speak. Instead, she stared at him quietly.

Under her gaze, Treyton gave in. “All right, kid. You win. I know what you want to ask. How about youdrink some soup while I tell you everything?”

Gwendolyn smiled, looking pleased.

Sighing, he adjusted her pillow so she could lean against the headboard and drink the soup.

“As soon as I received your message, I immediately rushed over with my men. Before we even gotclose, I heard you shouting on the edge of the bridge. You really scared the hell out of me. Please don’tdo this ever again!”

Gwendolyn’s eyes curved as she smiled and nodded obediently.

Treyton continued, “I looked into the identities of those assassins but got nothing. They were all raisedby a secret organization, so there was no way to replace anything out. However, it’s most likely someonefrom the Harris family since they’re always targeting you and are more than able to spend so muchmoney.”

Previously, Treyton, Asher, Kieran, and Marcus had conducted private investigations but never foundany clues. Asher even resorted to using underground connections in his search but still couldn’tdiscover anything.

Gwendolyn took a couple of sips of the soup and said weakly, “There’s more than one person in theHarris family who wants me dead, so their plans are well thought out. That was how they did everythingperfectly.”

Treyton furrowed his brows. “But why do they only target you?”

Gwendolyn thought momentarily and shook her head. “I don’t know either, but perhaps it hassomething to do with the right of inheritance to Harris Group.”

Since she was the youngest and the only daughter in the family, Marcus had consulted a lawyer to drafthis will long ago. She would eventually inherit the Harris family’s assets—a huge fortune no one couldresist.

Her words made sense to Treyton. “If that’s the case, those old geezers related to the Harris familymust be involved in this. Catching them red-handed is just a matter of time.”

These are just speculations. Then, Gwendolyn recalled the little girl’s face flashing across her mindbefore she lost consciousness.

The girl’s words kept repeating in her ears as if they had happened to her before.

Although she had experienced amnesia before, she eventually recollected her memories after sometime.

Why is this happening?

Gwendolyn was utterly baffled.

“Treyton, does Dad have another daughter besides me?”