Chapter 2 Your Thirty Billion

“What?”

Maverick frowned, seemingly never having expected her to propose a divorce. She had just drugged me last night. What stunt is she up to now, this early in the morning?

“Have you lost your d*mn mind?”

At that, Gwendolyn merely stared at him coldly. She was far shorter than the man, but her aura right then was wholly comparable to him.

“Haven’t you long since dreamed of getting a divorce? Seeing that it was your grandfather who coerced you into marrying me back then, no one can stop you from marrying Natasha anymore now that he’s no longer here. Don’t you want to give her a rightful status?”

Pursing his lips, Maverick scrutinized her closely.

Would she really be so kind as to give up her status?

At her solemn gaze and the fact that she didn’t seem to be lying, he snorted softly, his voice frosty. “I hope you don’t regret it.”

Gwendolyn sneered. Never had I been so determined about something!

“The only thing I regret is marrying you back then.”

she spun on her heel and left, looking all resolved

eyes remained fixated on her

fragility. Today, however, she’s surprisingly steely. Could it be that I had really accused

them went to City Hall that very morning,

old and ugly clothes bought from the side of the street, Gwendolyn made a stark contrast with Maverick, who

at all bothered. All she wanted was

their miserable

the eyesore of a divorce certificate in her hand, Gwendolyn plunged into a trance

on your

air without

this is for the

head with

mere strangers

her thoughts, she walked to the side of

came to a stop in front of

which a middle-aged man with graying hair headed toward her under the escort of four

with an innate sense of regality. “How well-informed of

Leif, wore an ingratiating smile on his face. He bowed deeply to her

he glanced at the

love with you. In that case, you

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