Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

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

momentarily taken aback because she hadn’t anticipated Gwendolyn to be so straightforward. Then, she quickly added in a feisty manner,

expensive. I will multiply the price several times and rip

“Mr. Scott, Mrs. Lane wants cash. I’ve

the mention of “bodyguards.” How many people are

ask and could

interrogation room regained its’ tranquility in the few minutes

gazes met from afar, and Charles smiled gently. His deep blue, almond-shaped eyes seemed to possess a

the look in

the two of them exchanging

something happen

a hint of indescribable complexity every time she looked at

much of a reaction when Sherman was sent away, so… could it be that she likes

chest tightened slightly, and

was so loud and abrupt that even Shirley, Samantha, and

and Charles ignored him and continued to stare at

first to walk in with

little money when she saw

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

and Samantha were already used

both women expressed strong dissatisfaction and disapproval

to Gwendolyn, keenly spotted

orders. Since when did he take the

of his own boss, Nico flashed Maverick a cheeky, silly

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

could vaguely sense a

They each contained a million in cash, neatly stacked

of rustling paper bills filled the

The scene was picturesque.

paper bills spilled all over the place and even hit their legs

without any assistance. Shirley had no choice but to