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?”

a load of cr*p! She’s eaten all of

took it, pay

agreed

she hadn’t anticipated Gwendolyn to be so straightforward.

I will multiply the price several times and

casual smile as she texted William before looking at Matthew. “Mr. Scott, Mrs. Lane wants cash. I’ve asked the bodyguards to

noticed the mention of “bodyguards.”

presence, he dared not ask and could only nod

few minutes it took

gently. His deep blue,

expressionless, and the look in her eyes

the two of

something happen

hint of

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

chest tightened slightly, and

loud and abrupt that even

continued to stare at each other until the door to

walk in with two large black

about to mock Gwendolyn for bringing too little money when she saw more men

black-clad bodyguards stood in a neat

was dumbfounded, while Shirley and Samantha

expressed strong dissatisfaction and disapproval toward Gwendolyn’s

who was standing next to Gwendolyn, keenly

believe this rascal actually disobeyed my orders. Since when did he take the liberty

his own boss, Nico flashed Maverick a cheeky, silly grin

looked at Shirley with a playful smirk in her captivating

sense a

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

rustling paper bills

The scene was picturesque.

Samantha’s table couldn’t 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