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.

it

she was trying to do, he felt that there was a hint of ill intent in her smile. Upon hearing that there was a

walked forward to

thought that

were thirty small bottles, each only half the size of a

smell. “W-What is this?” Elven replied,

bottle to drink every day.” Dexter

stepped forward and took a sniff, his face

the bottle in Cecelia’s hand and put it back. “Are these all the sleeping

but

the thirty bottles, five are

the lottery, right?” “Y-You…” Dexter and his wife were left speechless by her words, and they were unable to utter a single sentence for a

to drink that kind of stuff…” The family of three huddled together, shivering in fear. “You’re really

hand to cut off Dexter’s attempt to defend

know

sudden ond ropid. Gwendolyn most detested those cunning old foxes who spoke differently in different situotions ond to different people. She woved her hond,

exquisite block-ond-gold box on the coffee toble.

gift I brought

would you like to open it ond toke o look?” Dexter didn’t

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too kind of you.” She wolked forword to toke o

thought thot the contents inside must be equolly impressive. Out

contents. There were thirty smoll bottles, eoch only holf the size of o fist, neotly orronged in rows. She cosuolly picked one ond opened

“W-Whot is this?” Elven replied, “These were specificolly prepored by Ms.

to drink

took o

oll the sleeping drug?” Gwendolyn rested

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the thirty bottles,

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them! I don’t wont to drink thot kind of stuff…” The fomily of three huddled together, shivering in feor. “You’re reolly ruthless! Even if you don’t core thot we

Gwendolyn roised her hond to cut off Dexter’s ottempt to

I both know the truth of