Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 156

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.”

“Settle the score?” Shirley blurted, looking baffled.

Just then, Samantha happened to descend the stairs. Upon seeing that it was Gwendolyn who came, a venomous look flitted across her eyes.

However, she soon noticed the group of men behind Gwendolyn. They were all clad in black suits, standing tall and straight. Their stern expressions made them look as if they were ready to devour someone, which was quite a terrifying sight to behold.

Samantha 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. I can sue you for trespassing and malicious harassment!”

Hearing that, Gwendolyn waved her hand nonchalantly. “Mrs. Lane just said that I’m always welcome to visit the Lane residence, so here I am. Is this considered trespassing?”

The mother and daughter gritted their teeth, not uttering a word.

On the other hand, the team of bodyguards behind Gwendolyn shouted in unison, “It’s not trespassing!”

Their voice was loud and clear, and their presence was overwhelming.

Shirley and Samantha were startled by the thunderous response, so much so that the colors drained from their faces.

Satisfied with their reactions, Gwendolyn 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, forty people emerged out of nowhere, wanting to kill me.”

All that came from Samantha was a snort. “What does that have to do with me? It’s obviously because you didn’t keep yourself in check and made others hate you. Alas, b*tches like you are lucky. It takes so many people to bring you down, yet you’re still alive.”

Gwendolyn’s face remained largely devoid of emotions. “Yeah, all thanks to you. I’m not dying for the being, though I’m a little injured. That’s why I’m here to settle the score. Otherwise, I won’t feel at ease.”

At the mention of Gwendolyn’s injuries, the faces of the “bodyguard team” behind her grew darker and darker, making them appear increasingly scarier and more terrifying.

Maverick, however, kept his head down, focusing all of his attention on peeling an orange for Gwendolyn as if everything else was none of his business.

There were fifty-nine gloomy-looking people standing in front of the mother-and-daughter duo. If it had not been for their strong mental fortitude, Samantha and Shirley would’ve been scared out of their wits.

Her pair of pretty eyes under her long eyelashes were staring intently at the mother and daughter. There was a grin tugging on her lips, though her cheeks were puffed up as she ate.

Her playful mean-girl demeanor made Maverick’s heart skip a beat. He had the impulse to discreetly pinch those pale and soft cheeks of hers.

While he was staring intently at Gwendolyn, Shirley was looking and shouting at him, “Maverick, Louis is your uncle! He’s not home, so are you just going to let your ex-wife bully us, your family, like this?”

Maverick’s handsome face was pale as he uttered in an icy tone, “Aunt Shirley, Samantha must’ve told you that I signed an agreement with Gwendolyn. I’m one of her people now, so there’s nothing I can do to help.”

“You… What you’re doing now is no different than holding a candle to the devil. We’re your family!” Shirley continued to say.

Gwendolyn thought the older woman was too noisy, and a slight frown marred her countenance as she ordered, “She’s making too much noise. Shut her up.”

One of the guards immediately went to find a piece of cloth and gagged Shirley’s mouth with it. Since they still had to question Samantha, her mouth wasn’t gagged.

Gwendolyn took the dagger from Nico’s hand and toyed with it as she approached Samantha until she was right at the woman’s feet.

She then gently lifted the woman’s chin with the dagger.

Feeling the slight stinging sensation on her chin, Samantha was so terrified that she dared not breathe, her pupils trembling helplessly.

Finally, she softened her tone. “Gwendolyn, it had nothing to do with me, really. It’s useless to seek revenge on me.”

Gwendolyn sneered. “I know there’s a mastermind behind you, who’s planned everything. If you hand that person over, along with Natasha, I’ll let you go. We can also call it even for everything else that happened in the past. How does that sound?”

In other words, Gwendolyn was implying that she wouldn’t touch Lane Group anymore, and the Lanes could finally live peacefully in the future.

Yet, Samantha was still slightly hesitant.

This b*tch slapped me in public back then, utterly humiliating me! How can I just move past that incident?