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.”

an upright position as if he had cultivated this habit over the years. His eyes were fixed on Maverick, waiting for the latter to go over and

hint of surprise in his voice when

her chair, not

gaze, Charles extended his hands in a gentle and deliberate motion toward Gwendolyn’s

in contact with her face, another pair of hands grasped Charles’ wrists

uttered through gritted teeth, “Mr. Newton, mind your manners. Keep

sneered, “I shall do whatever I wish. Mind your

last few words clearly and was about to shake off Maverick’s hands

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

free, but his efforts were in vain. He started

his employer? He’s so arrogant. Such a defiant servant ought to

Maverick snorted coldly. “My

locked eyes. Their hands were

mounting tension

as she held

there would always be an intense

again, giving Maverick a

“That’s enough. Let go.”

Maverick released

glare

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

looked sternly at Maverick. “Mr. Newton is my guest. You’ve offended him the moment you got here. Are you trying to make me angry? I think

of the villa and

and Quinton quickly walked into the living room and stood at

even glancing in his direction. “Bring him to the basement to do some soul-searching. Do not release him without my

Quinton looked at each other and

face looking extremely cold. He spoke up with a hurt

him with a sneer

all, he still

cut through him like a

that it took his

plan, hearing her speak those hurtful words still caused him great pain and a sense of deep

Gwendolyn no longer

tell Maverick the truth

in the past, but aren’t you even a little moved by what I’ve done for you all

Gwendolyn kept quiet.