Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right by Minerva Sowle

At that moment, all eyes were on Maverick.

Maverick didn’t panic at all as he joked with a playful smirk, “It’s nothing. I just think Mr. Scott is a very impressive bootlicker.”

He was subtly mocking Matthew for buttering him up and also expressed disdain for Charles.

Maverick and Charles stared at each other and sensed the obvious hostility in each other’s eyes. Sparks flew, and the air was thick with tension as the two of them traded blows.

The atmosphere in the room was extremely tense, so much so that no one dared to make a sound.

Gwendolyn tapped on the table amidst the strained atmosphere and reminded, “Let’s get down to business. My time is precious.”

Both of the men instantly reined in their temper and returned their attention to the main issue at hand.

Charles took another look at the documents before looking at Shirley and Samantha. “Mrs. Lane, you should provide solid evidence since you’re accusing Gwendolyn of being the mastermind. Otherwise, I’ll have to let her go.”

Shirley bit her lip.

All the evidence had been destroyed by Gwendolyn’s bodyguards before they left yesterday. Apart from the injuries on Samantha and the testimonies of the housekeepers and bodyguards at home, Shirley had nothing to present.

I thought we could quietly pin the crime on Gwendolyn with the help of someone at Fairlake Police Station. Who would have thought that Charles would appear out of nowhere, leaving me with no other options?

Shirley couldn’t accept the outcome, and all she could do was glare at Gwendolyn angrily. “Just because you have powerful backers doesn’t mean that you can do whatever you want. If you overstep your bounds, sooner or later, you’ll stumble!”

Gwendolyn appeared relaxed and carefree as she twirled her hair around her fingertips out of boredom.

She raised her eyebrows when she heard Shirley’s words. “You’re absolutely right, Mrs. Lane. However, I don’t know when I’ll stumble. The good days for the Lane family are coming to an end soon.”

“You!” Shirley was enraged. The Lane Group was the result of generations of hard work by the Lane family. She gritted her teeth at the thought of that and asked, “Even if you don’t admit to intentionally hurting my daughter or damaging our car, the fact remains that you stole our Fruit of Prosperity. If we search your place, we’ll find it. Don’t you dare claim otherwise!”

“Oh, about that.” Gwendolyn thought for a moment and graciously admitted, “When you invited me to visit the Lane residence, I was captivated by the fresh orange tree, so I took it with me. If you’re not happy about that, should I return it?”

Return it? What a load of cr*p! She’s eaten all of our Fruit of Prosperity!

“Since you took it, pay for it!”

agreed without

Gwendolyn to be so straightforward. Then, she quickly added in a feisty manner, “I want

tree was very expensive. I will multiply the price several times and rip this little girl

Gwendolyn said with a casual smile as she texted William before looking at Matthew. “Mr. Scott, Mrs. Lane wants cash. I’ve asked the bodyguards to

the mention of “bodyguards.” How

by Charles’ presence, he dared not ask and could only

room regained its’ tranquility in the few minutes it took for the bodyguard

Gwendolyn’s gazes met from afar, and Charles smiled gently. His deep blue, almond-shaped

was expressionless, and the look in

noticed the two

something happen

held a hint of indescribable complexity every time she looked

was sent away, so…

slightly, and he

was so loud and abrupt that even

Gwendolyn and Charles ignored him and continued to stare at each other until the door to the interrogation room

walk in with two

money when she saw more men stepping in with black

of twenty-five black-clad bodyguards stood in a neat row

was dumbfounded, while Shirley and Samantha

strong dissatisfaction and disapproval toward Gwendolyn’s

next to Gwendolyn, keenly spotted Nico

rascal actually disobeyed my orders. Since

own boss, Nico flashed Maverick a

Gwendolyn looked at Shirley with a playful smirk in her captivating eyes. “Mrs. Lane, I’ve brought the money.

vaguely sense a threat in her

the suitcases one by one. They each contained a million in cash, neatly stacked in bundles. The bodyguards then proceeded to pour the money directly onto Shirley and

of rustling paper bills filled

The scene was picturesque.

the place and even hit their

Lane family’s bodyguard was unable to enter the interrogation room, leaving Samantha without any assistance. Shirley had no choice but to step forward and