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.”

heel and left,

her back for a long

the past, she had always been gentle and docile before me, putting on an act of fragility. Today, however, she’s surprisingly steely. Could it be that I had really accused her wrongly about the incident last night? But who else could

went to City Hall

made a stark contrast with Maverick, who wore a high-end black suit from Prada, as they stood

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

a brief ten minutes, their miserable

the eyesore of a divorce certificate in her hand,

on your own

dispassionate voice drifted into her ears. By the time she lifted her head, the man had disappeared into thin air without dissuading her from getting a

I suppose this is for

her head with

he’s callous enough, we’ll be mere strangers the next time

she walked to the side of the

black Bentley came to a stop in front of

with

out his countenance, she jerked her chin up a fraction. In a flash, she was seemingly imbued with an innate sense of regality. “How well-informed of Dad. I’ve

bowed deeply to her before venturing, “Ms. Harris,

the divorce certificate in Gwendolyn’s

love with you. In

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