Wooing My Ex-Wife

What? Did they guess it? Or did Frida betray me? Dexter stumbled back in shock. After calming down, he grinned, revealing eight teeth, and played dumb.

“Maverick, what do you mean by that? I don’t understand.” Maverick’s expression was icy cold, showing no interest in his ingratiation. Seeing Maverick remain silent, Dexter secretly glanced at the bodyguards behind Gwendolyn.

Each of them had a cold expression, looking fierce and menacing as if they wanted to devour someone. Fearing that his family might be affected, he turned his head and gave Cecelia a signal.

“Carol hasn’t freshened up yet, right? You should quickly take her upstairs to wash up.

We have to show a good image in front of distinguished guests.” “Okay.” Cecelia understood and turned to grab her beloved daughter.

“Carol, let’s go.” Before they could even approach the stairs, Gwendolyn’s four bodyguards swiftly stepped forward to block their way. Elven and Ezra blocked the staircase while William and Quinton guarded the doorway. “W-What are you doing? This is ridiculous! I’m in my own house!” Dexter’s face turned red with anger. Carol felt a little scared, so she shrank back into Cecelia’s embrace. “No one can leave today before everything is explained clearly.” Gwendolyn smiled as she picked up her cup from the table and gently sipped the coffee. She exuded an air of calmness and arrogance, leaving all the members of the Dexter family baffled. Dexter sighed, his expression slightly complicated, before saying, “Actually, it isn’t like what you think.

When I found out Frida was the housekeeper at the Wright residence, I went to visit her.

I don’t know where she got those two packets of drugs from.

She told me about her plan and asked for my help, but I didn’t agree and even tried to persuade her otherwise…” He paused as if coming to a sudden realization.

“It seems that she has succeeded? Did anything happen to you, my ex-niece-in-law? I heard that the drug is quite strong.

It’s all my fault! I should have persuaded her more.” As he spoke, he sighed and expressed his “regret.” What he had said not only drew a clear line between himself and the matter but also reminded Gwendolyn that they were once relatives. Gwendolyn frowned slightly.

“In the future, please address me as Ms. Shalders.

The words ‘ex-niece-in-law’ make me feel quite uncomfortable.” After she finished speaking, she glanced at Maverick standing next to her with an amused look in her eyes.

“He said Frida asked him for it, while Frida claimed he encouraged her.

Who do you think I should believe?” Maverick stared sternly at Dexter and sneered, “Uncle Dexter, a man shouldn’t blame a woman for everything that goes wrong.” This sentence was an affirmative statement. Dexter’s face flushed with anger as he pointed at the man and scolded, “You’re just Ms. Shalders’ housekeeper now.

What right do you have to interrupt our conversation? Stand aside!” His change in attitude was sudden and rapid. Gwendolyn most detested those cunning old foxes who spoke differently in different situations and to different people. She waved her hand, not wanting to listen to his nonsense any longer.

In response, Elven placed an exquisite black-and-gold box on the coffee table. “What is that?” Dexter asked in perplexity. Gwendolyn smiled slightly.

“This is the modest gift I brought to the Wright Mansion today.

you like to open it and take a look?” Dexter didn’t

her smile. Upon hearing that there was a gift, Cecelia smiled politely and said, “Ms. Shalders, it’s already so nice of you to come, and

too kind of you.” She walked forward

thought that the contents

was completely baffled by its contents. There were thirty small bottles, each only half the

bottle was transparent liquid with a strange smell. “W-What is this?” Elven replied,

of you will have to choose one bottle to drink every day.” Dexter couldn’t figure out what

stepped forward and took a sniff, his face

these all the sleeping drug?” Gwendolyn rested her chin on her hand, smiling radiantly. “Well, not

death, but there are laxatives, itch drugs,

thirty bottles, five

by her words, and they

don’t want to drink them! I don’t want to drink that kind of stuff…” The family of three huddled together, shivering in fear. “You’re really ruthless! Even if you don’t care that we used to be relatives, this has nothing to

hand to cut off Dexter’s attempt to defend

know the truth of this

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roised her hond to cut off

I both know the truth of this