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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and Sheralyn today, without leaving out a single

exchanged glances and began to

Gwendolyn’s expression remained composed. “All right.

Gwendolyn gracefully made her way through

lit, and there was a faint aroma of food

the living room. Without a word,

her feet.

“Welcome home.”

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 day of work, Gwendolyn was too tired and

at him.

reply, she turned her head

“The meal is ready. Let’s eat before

the dinner table. She suddenly recalled Maverick’s past mockery and ridicule when she had diligently waited for him

and eat,

stepped forward, a peculiar expression adorning his face. “You’ve already eaten? Who did

earlier that day, a slight frown appeared on Maverick’s face. “It was Sherman, wasn’t it? After

Gwendolyn frowned.

expression… Why does he look like a wife who is suspicious of her

so you have no right to

finished speaking, she walked past him and went

drastic shift. An

test tonight, Maverick’s gaze shifted toward the fruit knife nestled within the fruit basket on the coffee table.

three in the

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in deep slumber, as this was the time when

delicate patterns

with full alertness. There was

and sat up, quietly leaving the room. He then reached the first floor and

had a rather restless

sensation that

Why is it so similar

snapped open, and an alarming

blade. The sharp blade cut through her palm, and the crimson droplets cascaded

attacker, she swung her uninjured left hand, and soon her palm connected with a resounding slap

“Um…”

face. He let out a muffled grunt and fell to the ground, his grip on the knife

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

fruit knife aside and quickly turned on the table lamp

expected, it was