The Ex and Her Riches novel (Gwendolyn and Maverick)

“H-How is this possible…”

Before Noah could finish speaking, his gaze fell on the evidence that Neville had placed in front of him. The evidence showed the incident at the Mossey residence, where Noah had encountered a killer disguised as a doctor.

Natasha was the one behind it? So she pretended to take me in but was secretly planning to kill me?

As realization dawned upon him, he couldn’t help but shed tears. The evidence that Nico and Neville had gathered was undoubtedly genuine, and Noah was well aware of that.

For that reason, he was extremely heartbroken. His heart was in so much pain that he felt like he was suffocating.

Natasha had been deceiving me for so long… How could she do this to me…

“I’m sorry. I’ve let Boss down and betrayed his trust. For that, I’ll accept whatever punishment that awaits me.”

Hearing Noah’s miserable wails, Nico sighed. “Tell me everything you’ve done for Natasha previously, and don’t get a single detail wrong.”

“Okay…”

Nico listened as Noah recounted everything. Meanwhile, Neville was at the side, recording Noah’s every word with his laptop.

“That’s all. Ever since the hijacking incident, I’ve been put in jail by Gwendolyn’s subordinates.”

Neville handed the laptop over to Nico, who gave the contents one thorough look-through before closing the device and casting a slightly complicated gaze at Noah.

Nico began, “As friends who once fought side by side, this is the last time we meet you. Is there anything you’d like to say?”

Noah closed his eyes, feeling utterly devastated.

“I have nothing to say. I blame it all on my stupidity. Go ahead and do it.”

Hearing this, Nico instantly burst into laughter. “You thought Boss wanted to kill you? He’d much prefer you stay alive and repent.”

He then glanced at the time before instructing Neville, “Get two people to whip him a hundred times but keep him barely alive to be sent back to the prison. Also, tell the leaders of the two prison factions that whoever dares to treat him well in the future will be going against Boss.”

“Understood.”

At that, Nico picked up the laptop and left the dilapidated house without looking back.

Before long, the sounds of a whip hitting one’s skin could be heard echoing from the house, mixed with the agonizing wails of a man. The noise was both spine-chilling and tragic.

The next day, Gwendolyn headed straight to work after finishing her breakfast.

Maverick did the dishes, then left the house after her.

Although he was no longer in charge of Wright Construction Group, he had the prestige that he’d developed from his years of managing the group. Coupled with the fact that he still had forty percent of the company’s shares in his hands, he remained a largely influential figure.

Besides, the only difference was that his office had been moved from the twenty-eighth floor to the twenty-third floor—a minor change in Maverick’s books, as it was merely superficial. On the other hand, if it was something Gwendolyn wanted, he would go all out to help her.

That said, it didn’t mean others shared the same sentiments as him.

During lunchtime, Andie and Branson knocked on the door to Maverick’s office.

The two smiled

them, though his tone remained icy-cold when

and Branson exchanged glances. “We came to discuss something with

it’s a major issue and Ms. Sullivan if it’s something minor.” The man didn’t even bother lifting his head as

faces’ stiffened as they exchanged yet another

to suppress us senior employees who have been with you for years. Moreover, Ms. Shalders is like a ghost. We can’t even look for her

for a moment but

to have no clue about the real estate industry, nor does Ms. Sullivan seem

his fingers on the surface and seemingly lost in

point and tell

support. No, not just us but many senior employees are willing to follow your lead. Ms. Shalders may have five percent more shares than you do,

moment of silence, Maverick finally responded, “Who are the people who are willing to

were pleasantly surprised. “So, does this

lips, his expression indecipherable. He did not respond

well aware of his quiet and indifferent temperament, so they took the

over Wright Construction Group, perhaps senior employees like us, who’ve defended

back to your work, Mr. Wright. Please let us know if

merely hummed an

two men tactfully closed the door and

was looking at the name list, a graceful figure, clad in a pair of high heels, quietly opened the

seemed to notice something out of the corner of his eyes and

crossed in front of her chest, looking at him with a half-smile. However, the smile didn’t quite reach her eyes, and

a great view of the woman’s exquisite

“Why are you here?”

entire building now, so can’t I come here? Or… did I come here at the wrong time and happened to hear something I shouldn’t have?” was Gwendolyn’s

exchonged glonces. “We come to discuss something with you, Mr.

it’s something minor.” The mon didn’t even

os they exchonged yet

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o moment but did

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to the point ond tell me whot you’re plonning to do,”

willing to follow your leod. Ms. Sholders moy hove five percent more shores

the people who ore willing to lend me their support? Give me

pleosontly surprised. “So, does this meon

pursed his lips, his expression indecipheroble. He

ond indifferent temperoment, so they took the silence os on ogreement ond obediently honded

senior employees like us, who’ve defended the compony tirelessly,

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merely hummed

men toctfully closed

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to notice something out of the corner of his eyes ond instinctively

her honds crossed in front of her chest,

he hod o greot view of