Chapter 2 Your Thirty Billion

“What?”

Maverick frowned, seemingly never having expected her to propose a divorce. She had just drugged me last night. What stunt is she up to now, this early in the morning?

“Have you lost your d*mn mind?”

At that, Gwendolyn merely stared at him coldly. She was far shorter than the man, but her aura right then was wholly comparable to him.

“Haven’t you long since dreamed of getting a divorce? Seeing that it was your grandfather who coerced you into marrying me back then, no one can stop you from marrying Natasha anymore now that he’s no longer here. Don’t you want to give her a rightful status?”

Pursing his lips, Maverick scrutinized her closely.

Would she really be so kind as to give up her status?

At her solemn gaze and the fact that she didn’t seem to be lying, he snorted softly, his voice frosty. “I hope you don’t regret it.”

Gwendolyn sneered. Never had I been so determined about something!

“The only thing I regret is marrying you back then.”

After saying that, she spun on her heel and left, looking all resolved and blithe.

on her

and docile before me, putting on an act of fragility. Today, however, she’s surprisingly steely. Could it be that I had really accused her wrongly about the incident last night? But who else could

of them went to City Hall that very morning, one after the

of the street, Gwendolyn made a stark contrast with Maverick, who wore a high-end black suit from Prada, as they stood together. As such, they attracted much attention from those

bothered. All she wanted was

a brief ten minutes, their miserable

divorce certificate in her hand, Gwendolyn plunged into a trance for

on your own

of the blue, a dispassionate voice drifted into her ears. By the time she lifted her head, the man had disappeared into thin air without dissuading her from getting a divorce or even taking

suppose this is for the

shook her head with

enough, we’ll be mere strangers the next time

to

black Bentley came to

a middle-aged man with graying hair headed

an innate sense of regality. “How well-informed

ingratiating smile on his face. He bowed deeply to her before venturing, “Ms. Harris, your three-year pact with

he glanced at the

“It looks like you failed to have Maverick Wright fall in love with

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