The Ex and Her Riches

At that moment, all eyes were on Maverick.

Maverick didn’t panic at all as he joked with a playful smirk, “It’s nothing. I just think Mr. Scott is a very impressive bootlicker.”

He was subtly mocking Matthew for buttering him up and also expressed disdain for Charles.

Maverick and Charles stared at each other and sensed the obvious hostility in each other’s eyes. Sparks flew, and the air was thick with tension as the two of them traded blows.

The atmosphere in the room was extremely tense, so much so that no one dared to make a sound.

Gwendolyn tapped on the table amidst the strained atmosphere and reminded, “Let’s get down to business. My time is precious.”

Both of the men instantly reined in their temper and returned their attention to the main issue at hand.

Charles took another look at the documents before looking at Shirley and Samantha. “Mrs. Lane, you should provide solid evidence since you’re accusing Gwendolyn of being the mastermind. Otherwise, I’ll have to let her go.”

Shirley bit her lip.

All the evidence had been destroyed by Gwendolyn’s bodyguards before they left yesterday. Apart from the injuries on Samantha and the testimonies of the housekeepers and bodyguards at home, Shirley had nothing to present.

I thought we could quietly pin the crime on Gwendolyn with the help of someone at Fairlake Police Station. Who would have thought that Charles would appear out of nowhere, leaving me with no other options?

Shirley couldn’t accept the outcome, and all she could do was glare at Gwendolyn angrily. “Just because you have powerful backers doesn’t mean that you can do whatever you want. If you overstep your bounds, sooner or later, you’ll stumble!”

Gwendolyn appeared relaxed and carefree as she twirled her hair around her fingertips out of boredom.

She raised her eyebrows when she heard Shirley’s words. “You’re absolutely right, Mrs. Lane. However, I don’t know when I’ll stumble. The good days for the Lane family are coming to an end soon.”

“You!” Shirley was enraged. The Lane Group was the result of generations of hard work by the Lane family. She gritted her teeth at the thought of that and asked, “Even if you don’t admit to intentionally hurting my daughter or damaging our car, the fact remains that you stole our Fruit of Prosperity. If we search your place, we’ll find it. Don’t you dare claim otherwise!”

“Oh, about that.” Gwendolyn thought for a moment and graciously admitted, “When you invited me to visit the Lane residence, I was captivated by the fresh orange tree, so I took it with me. If you’re not happy about that, should I return it?”

She’s eaten all

it, pay for

agreed

anticipated Gwendolyn to be so straightforward. Then,

the

at Matthew. “Mr. Scott, Mrs. Lane wants cash. I’ve asked the bodyguards to bring the cash. Make sure your subordinates let them through when

mention of “bodyguards.”

not ask and

its’ tranquility in the few minutes it

smiled gently. His deep blue, almond-shaped eyes seemed to possess a bewitching charm that captivated people’s

was expressionless, and the

keenly noticed the two of them

something happen

hint of indescribable complexity every

a reaction when Sherman was sent away, so… could it be that she likes

tightened slightly, and he coughed

loud and abrupt that even Shirley, Samantha, and Matthew noticed

continued to stare at each

was the first to walk in with two large

money when she

black-clad bodyguards stood in a neat row in front of the interrogation room,

and Samantha were

expressed strong dissatisfaction and disapproval toward Gwendolyn’s flashy,

Gwendolyn,

my orders. Since when did he

a cheeky, silly grin while standing

arrived, Gwendolyn looked at Shirley with a playful smirk in her captivating eyes. “Mrs. Lane, I’ve brought the money.

vaguely sense a

stepped forward and opened the suitcases one by one. They each contained a million in cash, neatly stacked in bundles. The bodyguards

of rustling paper

The scene was picturesque.

hold the cash, and a lot of paper bills spilled all over the place and even hit their legs and arms. Samantha’s freshly bandaged wound began to bleed again after she was struck, which