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.”

on her heel and left, looking all

eyes remained fixated on her back for a

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

Hall that very morning, one after the

a stark contrast with Maverick, who wore

wanted was for the entire farce

a brief ten minutes, their miserable marriage finally drew

the eyesore of a divorce certificate in her

on your own

man had disappeared into thin air without dissuading her from getting a divorce or even

I suppose this is

her head with

mere strangers the next time we meet

walked to the side

to a stop in

door swung open, upon which a middle-aged man with graying hair

with an innate sense of regality. “How well-informed of Dad. I’ve just gotten a divorce,

bowed deeply to her before venturing, “Ms. Harris, your three-year pact with

glanced at the divorce certificate

Wright fall in love with you. In that case, you should honor your promise and return to Salinsburgh

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