Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

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.”

the score?” Shirley blurted,

the stairs. Upon seeing that it was Gwendolyn who came, a venomous look flitted across her

behind Gwendolyn. They were all clad in black suits, standing tall and straight. Their stern expressions made them

was afraid. Nevertheless, she 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 my home with so many people in broad daylight.

always welcome to visit

their

the team of bodyguards behind Gwendolyn shouted

and clear, and their

thunderous response, so

sat up gracefully before mentioning, “A couple of days ago, I was returning home from a charity gala when my car exploded all of a sudden. To my surprise,

check and made others hate you. Alas, b*tches

being, though I’m a little injured. That’s why I’m here to settle the score. Otherwise, I won’t feel

mention of Gwendolyn’s injuries, the faces of the “bodyguard team” behind her grew darker and darker,

his head down, focusing all of his attention on peeling

had not been for their strong mental fortitude, Samantha and Shirley would’ve been

cast a

smile on her face. Even her eyes curved into a

her hand gently, and the group

at Gwendolyn, gritted her teeth, and said, “There are strict laws in Chanaea. You don’t have the

solved once and for all with your death. Where’s the fun in that?

words left her lips, the smile on Gwendolyn’s countenance vanished, and a cold

rushed forward

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

recalled the time when she was being held down by Gwendolyn’s bodyguards while the woman slapped her, her entire body began

senses and ordered her own bodyguards, “What are you waiting for? Get all of the bodyguards and housekeepers out here to

moved swiftly at

were no match for Gwendolyn’s people. Less than a minute was all it took

were not looking good for her and immediately wanted to make a run for it. Before she could even lift her leg, however, her shoulders

roughly as