Wooing My Ex-Wife

Chapter 2

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 back for

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

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

clothes bought from the side of the street, Gwendolyn made a stark contrast with Maverick, who wore a high-end black suit from Prada, as they

she wanted was for the entire

brief ten minutes, their miserable marriage finally

eyesore of a divorce certificate in her hand, Gwendolyn plunged

on your own

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 a final glance at her. It was as though he had never been in

suppose this is

shook her head with

he’s callous enough, we’ll be mere strangers the next time we

her thoughts, she walked to the

a limited-edition black Bentley came to a stop in

open, upon which a middle-aged man with graying hair headed toward her under the escort of

countenance, she jerked her chin up a fraction. In a flash, she was seemingly imbued with an innate sense of regality.

He bowed deeply to her

at the divorce certificate

in feigned regret, “It looks like you failed to have Maverick Wright fall in love with you.

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