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

wide grin at the thought that the couple had truly gotten divorced. She even started crowing, “This is great! You’ve finally gotten

lips into a thin line, his mood entirely different

fact, an inexplicable trace of irritation and guilt swamped

that Gwendolyn wouldn’t easily agree to a divorce. He even prepared a settlement of three million and a mansion in advance. Yet, she was the one who proposed it.

divorced without any money and family by her side, how will she survive in the future? Oh well, she’ll come and seek me out when she’s at the

taxi back to the little mansion belonging to her and Maverick that housed

so much so

the garden in front of the courtyard and headed upstairs right away to pack her luggage. When she had done so, she didn’t want to tarry in the mansion for even a

turned around and looked at her

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

was startled momentarily, seemingly never having expected to see the

already given her the key to the mansion? So, he’s allowing her to move in just like that? It seems that he

flooded Gwendolyn. Nonetheless, she elegantly descended the

the sight of her poise, Natasha’s expression froze imperceptibly.

mistress of the Wright family. Oh, sorry, it was a slip of the tongue.” Clapping a hand over her mouth, Natasha gave an awkward

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

is 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 too hasty, or

had Natasha’s smile quickly turning chilly and her expression contorting into