The Ex and Her Riches

Chapter 4 How Fast You Change Your Tune

Frida was completely staggered by Gwendolyn’s imposing aura.

Is this still my meek daughter-in-law?

“Oh, I understand now! You were merely putting on an act in the past!”

Growing increasingly incensed as she mulled over the latter’s change, Frida gritted her teeth and threatened, “I’m never going to let this incident today slide! I’ll tell Maverick about it and have him divorce you! This time, I’m going to kick you out of the family even if you beg me on your knees!”

However, Gwendolyn merely sneered with a contemptuous expression on her face.

“Ah, I forgot to tell you this earlier. Just ten minutes ago, I’d already gotten divorced from Maverick. From now on, I’ll never again take a single step into the Wright residence even if you beg me on your knees.”

Divorced? And a while ago, at that? How could that be? This bumpkin had been shamelessly clinging to the Wright family in the past, yet she has finally given up?

Eyeing her retreating back dubiously, Frida gave Maverick a call right then and there to verify that piece of news.

“Have you really gotten divorced, Maverick?”

Maverick grunted in affirmation, but a frown then marred his countenance. “Who told you when it had just been finalized a moment ago?”

could it be? I bumped into Gwendolyn, and that b*tch even raised her

grin at the thought that the couple had truly gotten divorced. She even started crowing, “This is great! You’ve finally gotten a divorce! How could a woman of unknown origins from an orphanage be worthy

line, his mood entirely different from Frida’s

inexplicable trace of irritation and guilt

prepared a settlement of three million and a mansion in advance. Yet, she was the one who proposed it. On top of that, she didn’t even ask for

how will she survive in the future? Oh well, she’ll come and seek

little mansion belonging to her and Maverick that housed her bitterness and

heavy, so much so that she didn’t

to pack her luggage. When she had done so, she didn’t want to tarry in

in the living room turned around and looked at her no sooner had she

in a snow-white dress, smiling innocently. “It’s been a long

was startled momentarily, seemingly never having expected to see the

Maverick had already given her the key to the mansion? So, he’s allowing

flooded Gwendolyn. Nonetheless, she elegantly descended the stairs with a

sight of her poise, Natasha’s expression froze imperceptibly. But in the next heartbeat,

the mistress of the Wright family. Oh, sorry, it was a slip of the tongue.”

was there to assert her dominance over her, Gwendolyn wasn’t the least bit angry. The smile

a man I’m already sick of. But since you love other people’s rejects, I’ll hand him to you. Anyhow, don’t get

turning chilly and her expression contorting into