The Ex and Her Riches

Chapter 2

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.”

saying that, she spun on her heel and left, looking all resolved and

eyes remained fixated on her

been gentle and docile before me, putting on an act of fragility. Today, however, she’s surprisingly steely. Could it be that

City Hall that

bought from the side of the street, Gwendolyn made a stark contrast with Maverick, who wore a high-end black suit from Prada, as they stood together. As such,

all bothered. All she wanted was for the entire farce to end as

brief ten minutes, their miserable

eyesore of a divorce certificate in her hand, Gwendolyn plunged

your own

had disappeared into thin air without dissuading her from getting a divorce or even taking a final glance at her. It was as though he had

suppose this is

shook her head with

mere strangers the next

she walked to the side of the

Bentley came to a stop in

open, upon which a middle-aged man with graying hair headed toward her under the escort

fraction. In a flash, she was seemingly imbued with an innate sense of regality. “How well-informed of Dad. I’ve

ingratiating smile on his face. He bowed deeply to her before venturing, “Ms. Harris, your three-year pact with Mr.

the divorce certificate

love with you. In that case, you should honor your promise and return

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