The Ex and Her Riches

Chapter 115 Are You Going To Kneel

Maverick’s expression remained calm and composed as he said indifferently. “I prefer not to talk while I’m attending to my personal needs.”

Elven and Quinton were taken aback by this statement.

Could he be… It was only fifteen minutes. Did he take the time to jerk off while using the restroom? Isn’t the time a bit too short for a man?

Their gazes instinctively shifted downward from Maverick’s face.

Seeing their astonished expressions, Maverick’s face grew increasingly stern. F*ck, that was what he meant. when he said he wanted to use the bathroom.

But since he had been misunderstood anyway, Maverick saw no point in trying to explain himself. Instead, he simply walked to the sink and began to wash his hands with his usual graceful demeanor.

The two bodyguards watched him washing his hands.

Well, every man understands what this gesture means. Why should men make things difficult for each other?

Elven and Quinton were completely convinced by his nonsense.

After leaving the Wright residence, they escorted Maverick back to the car and drove him back to Bay Villa.

Upon arriving at the villa, Elven and Quinton informed Maverick before they discreetly positioned themselves in the shadows again. “Mr. Wright, we have approximately four hours before Ms. Shalders returns. Despite your absence earlier today, there are still household chores that need to be completed. before she comes home.”

“I know.” Maverick maintained his stoic demeanor as he spoke and pushed the door open, stepping into the villa.

Gwendolyn finally got off work an hour later than usual.

Wright Construction Group had been facing significant challenges as a result of Frida and Samantha’s extravagant spending. The company was grappling with numerous unresolved issues, and its stock market performance had declined significantly.

Gwendolyn had to put in extra effort in order to restore Wright Construction Group to its former glory within a short timeframe so that she could settle the score with Lane Group as soon as possible.

Upon returning to Bay Villa, she didn’t rush inside. Instead, she summoned Elven and Quinton who were hiding in the shadows.

“Ms. Shalders,” the two of them respectfully greeted, before starting their report. “Mr. Wright didn’t display any unusual behavior today.”

Gwendolyn didn’t believe it. “Is he really that well-behaved? Are you sure you never let him out of your sight?”

Both of them said in unison. “Yes.”

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he said to Frida and Sheralyn today,

two exchanged glances

expression remained composed. “All right. Thank

a general understanding of the situation, Gwendolyn gracefully made her way through the front

room was brightly lit, and there was a faint aroma of

the living room. Without a word, he swiftly retrieved her slippers from the shoe cabinet and placed them neatly in front

her feet.

“Welcome home.”

at the door, observing him. Although he spoke with a somewhat reluctant tone. and his expression was icy cold as if she owed him three million dollars, he had completed all his assigned tasks. After a long

at him.

a reply, she turned her

said. “The meal is ready. Let’s eat before

suddenly recalled Maverick’s past mockery and ridicule when she

eat,

leave again. Maverick stepped forward, a peculiar expression adorning his face. “You’ve

about the encounter she had earlier that day, a slight frown appeared on Maverick’s face. “It was Sherman, wasn’t

Gwendolyn frowned.

a wife who is suspicious of her husband who

your place. You’re just my housekeeper now, so you have no right to question

she walked

her figure gradually disappear into the stairwell, Maverick’s demeanor underwent a drastic shift. An

knife nestled within the fruit basket on the coffee table. His

was three in the

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was enveloped in deep slumber, as this was the time when

painting delicate patterns of light upon the sleeping man in

full alertness. There

He then reached the first floor and retrieved the fruit krite from the basket. After that, he

Gwendolyn had a rather

this unsettling sensation that something was watching

it so similar to

eyes snapped open, and

reached out and tightly gripped the blade. The sharp blade cut through her palm, and the crimson droplets cascaded down

the attacker, she swung her uninjured left hand, and soon her palm

“Um…”

slap landed squarely on the man’s face. He let out a muffled grunt and fell to the ground, his grip on the

needed to guess the attacker’s identity. In the entire villa, aside from Maverick, no one else would dare

fruit knife aside and quickly turned on

expected, it was