The Ex and Her Riches

While Samantha’s mother, Shirley Lane, leisurely walked down the stairs, Gwendolyn and her companions had already entered the garden. There were so many people that the entire courtyard was crowded.

Even though the bodyguard at the door wanted to stop them at first, he appeared so helpless and underpowered when faced with the overwhelmingly large crowd, and he could not stop them from entering at all.

Gwendolyn had someone bring over a lounge chair that was in the courtyard. Once it was placed in the center of the courtyard, she proceeded to sit on it, looking casual and laid back.

Meanwhile, Maverick went straight to the orange tree in the backyard of the Lane residence to pick some oranges, then stood quietly at the side as he peeled them for her.

That scene left Shirley dumbfounded as soon as she stepped out of the villa.

Still, with her years of experience being in charge of the Lane Group, both her composure and manners were excellent.

“What’s going on here, every—”

Before she could finish speaking, Shirley suddenly took notice of the orange in Maverick’s hand. She instantly went as white as a sheet while exclaiming, “Oh, no! Maverick, you clueless child! This is the Lane family’s Fruit of Prosperity. It is not to be touched!”

“Not to be touched, you say?”

Gwendolyn beamed charmingly at the older woman as her slender fingers reached for the peeled orange in Maverick’s hand. Parting her rosy lips slightly, she tasted a segment of the fruit, her actions exuding grace and elegance. Upon tasing the orange, her lips curled into a wider smile.

“As expected of a fruit that’s being meticulously taken care of by the Lane family. It’s pretty tasty,” she remarked.

The sight of Gwendolyn finishing the entire orange only made Shirley’s heart bleed.

Shirley had people airship the orange tree from Epea at great expense. The ever-thriving tree signified wealth and prosperity, and a single orange was worth its weight in gold.

However, Maverick picked quite a few of them!

Shirley dug her nails into her palm, trying her very best to tamp down the anger in her heart. Then, she curled the corner of her lips into a smile and spoke, “You really are an incredible woman. Despite leaving your marriage with nothing, you managed to take control of Wright Construction Group in such a short time. There aren’t many women in this world that I, Shirley Lane, consider to be admirable, but you’re one of them. That said, you’re always welcome to visit me at the Lane residence, but what’s the meaning of this, bringing so many people along with you?”

Maverick to finish peeling the orange, then after eating another one, she uttered lazily, “You’re overthinking, Mrs. Lane. I’m not here for a visit today; I’m here to settle the score

score?” Shirley blurted,

happened to descend the stairs. Upon seeing that it

standing tall and straight. Their stern expressions made them look as

stood beside Shirley before trying her best to muster her aura. Samantha then glared at Gwendolyn and warned the other woman, “You barged into my home with so many people in broad daylight.

hand nonchalantly. “Mrs. Lane just said that I’m always welcome to visit the Lane residence, so here I am. Is this

mother and daughter gritted their teeth,

of bodyguards behind Gwendolyn

and clear, and their

response, so much so that the colors

gracefully before mentioning, “A couple of days ago, I was returning home from a charity gala when my car

“What does that have to do with me? It’s obviously because you didn’t keep yourself in check and made others hate you. Alas,

thanks to you. I’m not dying for the being, though I’m

mention of Gwendolyn’s injuries, the faces of the “bodyguard team” behind her grew darker

his attention on peeling an orange for Gwendolyn as if everything else was none of

not been for their strong mental fortitude, Samantha and Shirley would’ve been scared

cast a warning glare at Gwendolyn. “What

her face. Even her eyes curved

her hand gently, and the group of

teeth, and said, “There are strict laws in Chanaea. You don’t have the guts to kill me! Besides, I didn’t do anything. You don’t have any evidence, so how dare you try to lay a finger on

that? As for

lips, the smile on Gwendolyn’s countenance vanished, and a cold glint flitted across her beautiful

that, the bodyguards rushed forward to

large group advanced toward her at once. Samantha was a petite woman. The pressure from the intimidating group was enough

the time when she was being held down by Gwendolyn’s bodyguards while the woman slapped her, her

on the other hand, was much more composed. She quickly regained her senses and ordered her own bodyguards, “What are you waiting for?

Lanes’ bodyguards moved swiftly

a minute was all it took for

immediately wanted to make a run for it. Before she could even lift her leg, however, her shoulders

as they forced her to kneel on the