Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right by Minerva Sowle

While Samantha’s mother, Shirley Lane, leisurely walked down the stairs, Gwendolyn and her companions had already entered the garden. There were so many people that the entire courtyard was crowded.

Even though the bodyguard at the door wanted to stop them at first, he appeared so helpless and underpowered when faced with the overwhelmingly large crowd, and he could not stop them from entering at all.

Gwendolyn had someone bring over a lounge chair that was in the courtyard. Once it was placed in the center of the courtyard, she proceeded to sit on it, looking casual and laid back.

Meanwhile, Maverick went straight to the orange tree in the backyard of the Lane residence to pick some oranges, then stood quietly at the side as he peeled them for her.

That scene left Shirley dumbfounded as soon as she stepped out of the villa.

Still, with her years of experience being in charge of the Lane Group, both her composure and manners were excellent.

“What’s going on here, every—”

Before she could finish speaking, Shirley suddenly took notice of the orange in Maverick’s hand. She instantly went as white as a sheet while exclaiming, “Oh, no! Maverick, you clueless child! This is the Lane family’s Fruit of Prosperity. It is not to be touched!”

“Not to be touched, you say?”

Gwendolyn beamed charmingly at the older woman as her slender fingers reached for the peeled orange in Maverick’s hand. Parting her rosy lips slightly, she tasted a segment of the fruit, her actions exuding grace and elegance. Upon tasing the orange, her lips curled into a wider smile.

“As expected of a fruit that’s being meticulously taken care of by the Lane family. It’s pretty tasty,” she remarked.

The sight of Gwendolyn finishing the entire orange only made Shirley’s heart bleed.

Shirley had people airship the orange tree from Epea at great expense. The ever-thriving tree signified wealth and prosperity, and a single orange was worth its weight in gold.

However, Maverick picked quite a few of them!

Shirley dug her nails into her palm, trying her very best to tamp down the anger in her heart. Then, she curled the corner of her lips into a smile and spoke, “You really are an incredible woman. Despite leaving your marriage with nothing, you managed to take control of Wright Construction Group in such a short time. There aren’t many women in this world that I, Shirley Lane, consider to be admirable, but you’re one of them. That said, you’re always welcome to visit me at the Lane residence, but what’s the meaning of this, bringing so many people along with you?”

Gwendolyn did not even lift her eyelids. She waited patiently for Maverick to finish peeling the orange, then after eating another one, she uttered lazily, “You’re overthinking, Mrs. Lane. I’m not here for a visit today; I’m here to settle the score with Samantha.”

“Settle the score?” Shirley blurted, looking baffled.

it was Gwendolyn

the group of men behind Gwendolyn. They were all clad in black suits, standing tall and straight. Their stern expressions made them look as if they were ready to devour someone, which was quite a terrifying sight to

approached them and stood beside Shirley before trying her best to muster her aura. Samantha then glared at Gwendolyn and warned the other woman, “You barged into

said that I’m always welcome to visit the Lane residence, so here I am. Is this

their teeth, not uttering

other hand, the team of bodyguards behind Gwendolyn shouted in unison,

and clear, and their presence

and Samantha were startled by the thunderous response, so

Gwendolyn sat up gracefully before mentioning, “A couple of days ago, I was returning home from a charity gala when my

was a snort. “What does that have to do with me? It’s obviously because you didn’t keep yourself in check and made others hate you. Alas, b*tches like you are lucky. It takes so many people to bring you down, yet you’re

you. I’m not dying for the being, though I’m a little injured. That’s why I’m here to settle the score.

faces of the “bodyguard team” behind her grew darker and darker, making

kept his head down, focusing all of his attention on peeling an orange for

front of the mother-and-daughter duo. If it had not

and cast a warning glare

maintained a smile on her face. Even her eyes curved into a smile, exuding a

waved her hand gently, and the

causing her face to turn ashen as she instinctively stepped back. She shot a glare at Gwendolyn, gritted her teeth, and said, “There are strict laws in Chanaea. You don’t have the guts to kill me! Besides, I didn’t do anything. You

I wanted to kill you? Everything will be solved once and for all with your death. Where’s the fun in that? As for evidence, I’ll find it sooner

a cold glint flitted

rushed forward

group advanced toward her at once. Samantha was a petite woman. The pressure from

When Samantha recalled the time when she was being held down by Gwendolyn’s bodyguards

hand, was much more composed. She quickly regained her senses and ordered her own bodyguards, “What are you waiting for? Get

moved swiftly at

a minute was all it took for Gwendolyn to put the Lanes’ people under

her and immediately wanted to make a run for it. Before she could even lift her leg,

showed no mercy, treating Samantha roughly as they forced her to

pain as she screamed at the top of her lungs, “You wretch! I won’t let you off easily if you dare to touch me! I’ll

family in Fairlake. You can’t just bully us as you please!” Shirley, at the side, could only hurl threats and cusses at Gwendolyn, for she was also being