Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 138

In the end, the two men went to a quiet exit passageway within the building.

Maverick and Sherman brought their respective assistants, who guarded both sides of the passage as the two men engaged in a conversation.

The latter then casually leaned against the railing and asked, “What do you want to talk about?”

While wearing an icy expression on his visage, Maverick kept his dark eyes trained on the other man.

“If Eloise and Gwendolyn can’t get along well with each other in the future, who will you side with?”

Sherman pondered for a moment before responding, “No, that won’t happen because Eloise already knows Gwendolyn’s identity. As long as Eloise still cares about Treyton, she won’t argue with Gwendolyn again.”

“Are you sure?” Maverick sneered, “From what I know, Treyton and Eloise have been engaged for two years but still haven’t registered their marriage yet. That’s because Treyton hasn’t given his approval. Some time ago, he requested to call off the engagement, but Mr. Ferguson convinced him to keep it going.”

“So what,” Sherman said, feeling baffled.

“You know Gwendolyn’s personality well. Eloise hurt her in the past, using rather vicious methods. There’s no way Gwendolyn can ever get along with Eloise in this lifetime, nor can Eloise accept being on the losing side. Thus, between your own sister and Gwendolyn, you can only choose one.”

At that point, Sherman’s patience was wearing thin.

“What’s the issue here? Can’t I have both of them? I’ll help mediate any problems between the two of them,” he insisted.

Maverick laughed upon hearing the man’s words. “You don’t like Gwendolyn as much as you think you do. You’re just fooling yourself. Your sister will eventually get married. The fact that you’re hesitating on this matter shows that you’re not worthy of Gwendolyn at all.”

Sherman retorted, “Ha! You’re the one who’s not worthy of her. From the day you signed that agreement with her, it’s destined that you and she can never remarry.”

A nonchalant smile tugged at the corners of Maverick’s lips. “So be it. It doesn’t matter if we can’t remarry. At least I can protect her using other means. Before she completely rejects me, I need to find a man who truly loves and cares for her, but that man will definitely not be you.”

Sherman’s expression softened considerably when he heard that. However, he continued to argue, “The person you’re talking about is me! I’m a great match for her in every aspect, and I’ve been secretly in love with her for many years. Besides, I don’t mind that she’s a divorcee, so how am I not good enough for her? How many men can say they’d do the same for her?”

Maverick frowned, shooting Sherman several glances. He even mentioned the fact that Gwendolyn’s been divorced. Deep down inside, he does mind that she’s a divorcee. It’s just that he has been numbing himself to fall in love with her and convincing himself that he must win her over.

Seeing that Maverick had stopped talking, Sherman heartily shared a piece of good news with the former.

“You still don’t know, do you? She has already agreed to have dinner with me alone, three days from now. On that day, I’ll give her a huge surprise, and she’ll definitely accept my marriage proposal. As for you, you’ll never get that chance!”

There was a hint of a provocative smile in Sherman’s elegant and amorous eyes, a rare sight for a usually dignified man like himself.

This triggered Maverick’s aggression as he grabbed Sherman by the latter’s collar and warned him in a low, menacing voice, “You’ve been pretending for quite some time, haven’t you? From the looks of it, you had an ulterior motive from the very beginning when you befriended her! Stay away from her from now on!”

Nonetheless, Sherman was unfazed and merely shook off Maverick’s hand. “Do you really think you can stop me?”

Treyton’s and Eloise’s engagement might not necessarily last until the end.

However, the union between the Ferguson family and the Shalders family was inevitable. Besides, Sherman truly liked Gwendolyn, and getting married would be a win-win situation.

Yet, Sherman would never tell Maverick those things.

The two continued to exchange warning glances at each other until they were pulled away by their respective assistants, thereby ending the smokeless war.

After Sherman left, Maverick returned to his office with Nico in tow.

At the thought of the forthcoming dinner date that Sherman had mentioned earlier, Maverick slammed his fist against the table in a fit of rage, his anger palpable.

Boom!

The startled Nico hurriedly asked, “Boss, what are you planning to do about Mr. Ferguson?”

Maverick became irritated just by the mention of that name. “Find a way to get rid of him within three days’ time. Send him as far away as possible. Best keep him out of Fairlake so he doesn’t bother me.”

“Huh? But…” Nico was put in a tough spot. “He has the Ferguson family of Salinsburgh behind him. Boss, I—”

Maverick let out a snort and narrowed his eyes at his assistant. “It’s just the Ferguson family. They’re the weakest among the four major families in Salinsburgh. Besides, he’s only accompanied by a few bodyguards during his visit to Fairlake this time around. It’s obvious that he came here in secret. Don’t tell me you can’t even handle this?”

Nico pursed his lips. Boss is clearly exploiting me by giving me such a difficult task. He’s so unreasonable and troublesome!

“Hm?” Upon letting out an imposing hum, Maverick glared at his assistant with a frown.

The latter instantly cowered, flashing a sheepish grin.

“I can definitely handle that! I’ll discuss this with Neville and the others when I get back, but we might need your cooperation when the time comes,” he said.

Maverick’s expression finally returned to normal. “All right.”

Throughout the past two weeks, it was obvious Gwendolyn had gained a little bit of trust in Maverick as she didn’t instruct the two bodyguards. William and Quinton, to watch over him all day. Maverick was quite pleased with this.

Before long, three days had passed in the blink of an eye.

There wos o hint of o provocotive smile in Shermon’s elegont ond omorous eyes, o rore sight for o usuolly dignified mon like himself.

This triggered Moverick’s oggression os he grobbed Shermon by the lotter’s collor ond worned him in o low, menocing voice, “You’ve been pretending for quite some time, hoven’t you? From the looks of it, you hod on ulterior motive from the very beginning when you befriended her! Stoy owoy from her from now on!”