The Ex and Her Riches

The confrontation lasted for several minutes.

Caught in the middle, Gwendolyn glanced from one man to the other.

As the 023 special drug had lost its effect on Maverick, he now looked more imposing than Charles. His eyes gleamed with a chilling and merciless intensity.

Gwendolyn did not know what to say.

They were already eyeing each other with so much hostility in the beginning that she was not sure how the night would end.

She cleared her throat loudly, drawing their attention to her.

Gwendolyn then gestured for Charles to look in the direction of the dining room. “Charles, I’ve prepared all this food, and I’ve been waiting for you. I’ve also prepared two bottles of red wine. It’s been a long time since we’ve had a drink together. Let’s all drink and be merry tonight.”

“Okay.”

Charles shifted his focus from Maverick to Gwendolyn. He looked at her affectionately as they walked into the dining room together.

“Gwen, your culinary skills are amazing. These dishes smell so good. I wasn’t that hungry earlier, but now my appetite has been whetted.”

“I’m happy as long as you like them.”

Maverick stood in the stairwell, observing their interaction keenly.

Even though Gwendolyn had already told him about her plan that night, he was still caught off-guard when he saw her smiling happily at Charles and speaking to him in such a gentle manner.

He felt a pang of heartache.

When would Gwendolyn treat him the way she was treating Charles?

Both of them were chatting and laughing in the dining room, oblivious to the awkward expression on Maverick’s face.

At the dining table, Gwendolyn pursed her lips and smiled. She took the bottle of red wine that had been decanted and was about to pour some for Charles.

Charles extended his hand, making a gesture to stop her. “Gwen, you have a servant here. You don’t have to do this yourself.”

Gwendolyn’s expression momentarily froze, but she quickly regained her composure.

She put down the red wine and looked in the direction of the staircase.

“Maverick, come here.”

He was sitting in an upright position as if he had cultivated this habit over the years. His eyes were fixed on Maverick, waiting

in his voice when he said,

in her

gaze, Charles extended his hands in a

her face, another pair

face darkened, and he uttered through gritted teeth, “Mr. Newton, mind your

and sneered, “I shall do whatever I

was about

grip and stared at Charles. The former’s eyes bore a malevolent and piercing intensity, radiating a palpable sense of

his efforts were in vain.

how a servant treats his employer? He’s so arrogant. Such a

about to speak when Maverick snorted coldly. “My employer is Gwendolyn. Who do you

two men locked eyes. Their hands

mounting tension

sighed as she held

be an intense battle between men

giving Maverick a warning

“That’s enough. Let go.”

Maverick

glare was fixed on

a hint of annoyance. “Gwen, it seems like we won’t be able to

looked sternly at Maverick. “Mr. Newton is my guest. You’ve offended him the moment you got here. Are you

of the villa and

quickly walked into the living room and stood at

his direction. “Bring him to the basement to

looked at each other

his face looking extremely cold. He spoke up with a hurt voice. “Are you punishing me

him with a sneer on

grudge against him, but now I’ve come to terms with it. Let bygones be bygones. After all, he still has

harsh words cut through him like a sharp

hurt that it took his breath

speak those hurtful words still caused him great pain and a

no longer had

using Charles to tell Maverick the truth in a

up as he uttered, “I know I’ve made many mistakes in the past, but aren’t you even a little moved by what I’ve done for you

Gwendolyn kept quiet.