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.

Mr. Wright.” The two smiled flatteringly at

though his tone remained

“We came to discuss something with you, Mr.

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

of their faces’ stiffened as they exchanged

you for years. Moreover, Ms. Shalders is like a ghost.

a moment but did not

have no

drumming his fingers on the

point and tell me what

many senior employees are willing to follow your lead. Ms. Shalders may have five percent more shares than you do,

Maverick finally responded, “Who are the people who are willing to lend me their

and Branson were pleasantly surprised. “So, does this mean you

his lips, his expression indecipherable. He did not respond to

and indifferent temperament, so they took the silence as an

Maverick regains control over Wright Construction Group, perhaps senior employees like us, who’ve defended the company tirelessly,

were filled with delight. “We’ll let you get back to your work, Mr. Wright. Please let us know if there’s anything you need us to

merely hummed

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notice something out of the corner

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had a great view

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