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.

that it was Gwendolyn who

and straight. Their stern expressions made

Shirley before trying her best to muster her aura. Samantha then glared at Gwendolyn and warned the other woman,

her hand nonchalantly. “Mrs. Lane just said that I’m always welcome to visit the Lane residence,

gritted their teeth, not uttering a

team of bodyguards behind

clear, and their presence

response, so much so that the colors drained from their

days ago, I was returning home from a charity gala when my car exploded all of a

check and made others hate you. Alas,

you. I’m not dying for the being, though I’m a little injured. That’s

team” behind her grew darker and darker, making them appear increasingly scarier and more

his head down, focusing all of his attention on peeling an orange for Gwendolyn as if everything else was none of his

mother-and-daughter duo. If it had not been for their strong mental fortitude, Samantha and Shirley

gripped her mother’s arm and cast a warning glare

her eyes curved into a smile, exuding a

gently, and the

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

for all with your death. Where’s the fun in that? As for evidence, I’ll find it sooner or later.

countenance vanished, and a cold glint flitted across her beautiful eyes as she ordered in

the bodyguards rushed

petite woman. The pressure from the intimidating

was scared out of her wits. When Samantha recalled the time when she was being held down by Gwendolyn’s bodyguards while the

regained her senses and ordered her own bodyguards, “What are you waiting

bodyguards moved swiftly at her

minute was all it took for Gwendolyn to put

her and immediately wanted to make a run for it.

as they forced her

“You wretch! I won’t let you off easily if you dare to touch me! I’ll make sure you die a

just bully us as you please!” Shirley, at the side, could only hurl threats and