Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 136

“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.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Wright.” The two smiled flatteringly at him.

Maverick’s gaze fell on them, though his tone remained icy-cold when he questioned, “What’s the matter?”

Andie and Branson exchanged glances. “We came to discuss something with you, Mr. Wright.”

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

Both of their faces’ stiffened as they exchanged yet another glance.

Then, Branson hurriedly explained, “Ever since the change in ownership at Wright Construction Group, Ms. Sullivan has been trying 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 to raise our concerns. Now that you’re back, haven’t you thought about regaining control over the company?”

Maverick paused for a moment but did not say anything.

Nevertheless, Andie seized the opportunity to add fuel to the fire upon noticing the man’s reaction. “The newly appointed Ms. Shalders seems to have no clue about the real estate industry, nor does Ms. Sullivan seem to have an opinion. The company can’t keep going like this, can it?”

Maverick rested his hand on the table, drumming his fingers on the surface and seemingly lost in thought.

“Just get straight to the point and tell me what you’re planning to do,” he said.

“If you have any thoughts of reclaiming Wright Construction Group, we will give you our full 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, but you’ve been in charge of the company for a long time. The chances of you winning against her won’t be low!”

After a moment of silence, Maverick finally responded, “Who are the people who are willing to lend me their support? Give me a name list.”

Andie and Branson were pleasantly surprised. “So, does this mean you agree?”

Maverick pursed his lips, his expression indecipherable. He did not respond to them.

The two men were well aware of his quiet and indifferent temperament, so they took the silence as an agreement and obediently handed over a name list.

When Maverick regains control over Wright Construction Group, perhaps senior employees like us, who’ve defended the company tirelessly, might be awarded some of the company’s shares.

At that thought, Andie and Branson 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 do, anything at all!”

Maverick merely hummed an acknowledgment.

At that, the two men tactfully closed the door and left.

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

He seemed to notice something out of the corner of his eyes and instinctively raised his head.

It was Gwendolyn, who was wearing a white figure-hugging dress. She leaned against the doorframe with her hands crossed in front of her chest, looking at him with a half-smile. However, the smile didn’t quite reach her eyes, and her gaze was icy.

From Maverick’s angle, he had a great view of the woman’s exquisite figure.

“Why are you here?”