The Ex and Her Riches

Chapter 167

A sudden sharp pain coursed through Maverick’s body as a gunshot sounded.

The pain didn’t come from his chest, but from his right arm.

His eyes shot open, and he looked down to see a streak of blood on his white shirt. A bullet had grazed his arm.

All of a sudden, the clamor behind him ceased.

He glanced back and saw Natasha still in the same aggressive stance, ready to attack. Her expression gradually turned from ferocious to numb as a bullet had pierced through her chest.

Blood bloomed like a vibrant poppy flower and stained her dress crimson.

Natasha paused for a moment. At the sight of blood on her chest, she turned deathly pale. Her eyes rolled back, and she collapsed and fell unconscious.

Slow, loud claps could be heard from the doorway just then.

Charles looked at Gwendolyn with admiration shining in his eyes. “You’re too modest, Gwen. You still have such accurate aim even though you haven’t touched a gun in years. You truly are my student,” he praised.

Gwendolyn tossed the revolver in her hand aside. Her expression was stone cold under the dim light of the kerosene lamp, and she didn’t respond to Charles at all.

Maverick remained in the same spot and met Charles’ gaze.

Charles laughed sarcastically, but it was unclear whether he was laughing at Maverick or himself. “You win. We just played a game where Gwen had to choose between you and this woman. Even after you came to the suburbs this late to meet your ex-lover behind her back, she still chose you. It’s making me envious,” he remarked.

“A game?” Maverick repeated, feeling a chill run down his spine.

He pursed his thin lips and scrunched his brows as he looked at Gwendolyn.

She didn’t look at him but instead stared at Natasha, who had fallen to the ground. “Is this what you wanted to see? Is it fun?” Gwendolyn asked Charles.

“It’s not fun, because I’ve upset you,” Charles replied.

a plaything. But I can also play with you for as long as you want. The bond we’ve had for so many

more when Charles mentioned

gazes were fixed on

them. As she turned to leave the cabin, she said, “It’s getting late, and I’m tired. Mr. Newton, since you requested

noticing Maverick wasn’t following her. “Are you coming? Or do you want to walk back on

scrambled to

their gazes clashed, sparks flying from the intensity. Their

on the way back to Bay Villa. No one

head

was watching the passing scenery outside the window with a blank expression

halo on her profile, etching her breathtakingly beautiful face

for Natasha and

the moment as it was evident that Gwendolyn was in a bad mood. William, who was driving, didn’t even

reached out, crossing the invisible boundary between them, and gently

reaction, still staring out the

her attention, he let

he was met with

the cause of the injury,” he

remained

dejectedly. It wasn’t a

like Gwendolyn

William felt he could cut

time, I had Neville keep an eye on her. Tonight, I followed Natasha’s trail. I didn’t go there to have a date with her; there’s nothing between us. I just wanted to get some clues from her to find out who harmed you last

to purse her lips without

actually thinking about

him and always followed him around as

for training, while she was met with misfortune the following year and ended

time… There’s

deep in thought, Maverick

car door and walked

you’re mostly recovered, return to work at Wright Construction Group. The deadline of

“Understood.”

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