Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 162

This meant that the money would not be given away just like that; it would be fully recovered eventually. They would only be temporarily keeping the money in their pockets for now.

Indeed, it was heart-wrenching.

The group of police officers, who had been indulging in fantasies of being showered with Gwendolyn’s money, instantly snapped out of their daydreams.

What a ruthless woman. We cannot afford to mess with her!

Shirley had intended to demand an exorbitant price for the Fruit of Prosperity from Gwendolyn. However, at this moment, she was utterly drained and couldn’t even recollect this matter.

Once she was done, Gwendolyn stretched out her hand and massaged her shoulder lazily.

Maverick noticed her movements and quickly stepped forward, carefully massaging her shoulders and neck with his slender hands.

Gwendolyn didn’t refuse and enjoyed his service as she turned her head to look at Charles and Matthew.

“Mr. Newton, Mr. Scott, the money has been paid. Can we leave now?”

Gwendolyn referred to him as “Mr. Newton” but not Charles.

Matthew didn’t hear Charles’ response and unconsciously shot him a glance.

He noticed that Charles was staring at Maverick giving Gwendolyn a shoulder massage, his pupils deep and focused, without uttering a word.

Matthew could only answer himself, “Yes, you and Mr. Wright are free to leave whenever you desire.”

Having received their permission, Gwendolyn left without looking back, with Maverick following closely behind her. The bodyguards also began to move after them.

That scene resembled a massive troop on the move.

As soon as they stepped out of the interrogation room, Shirley was heard shouting from behind. “Call an ambulance! Hurry!”

Samantha had passed out from the pain.

Gwendolyn curled her lips contentedly and walked away briskly.

After coming out of the police station, Gwendolyn dismissed the large group of bodyguards, leaving only William and Nico behind.

The crowd had just dispersed when Charles, clad in a dark green military coat, emerged from the police station. His captivating voice rang out. “Gwendolyn, it has been many years since we last met. How about having lunch together to catch up on old times?”

Before Gwendolyn could answer, Maverick furrowed his brows, his dark eyes filled with gloom, and said, “She’s not available!”

Gwendolyn cast an annoyed glance at him.

Maverick’s cold expression from a second ago instantly transformed into an aggrieved one the moment he noticed her glance toward him.

His long eyelashes quivered gently.

His pale complexion gave him the appearance of a pitiful little child longing for someone to care for him.

He gently bit his thin lips as he quietly rolled up his sleeves, revealing the swollen blood marks on his wrist. “Gwendolyn, I want to go back to the villa. How about I make you lunch when we arrive there?”

William had long witnessed his Academy Award for Best Actor-worthy techniques in changing his expressions, so he was no longer surprised and simply rolled his eyes.

This was, however, the first time Nico had ever witnessed his own boss acting like this. He was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped.

Charles was frowning as well as he sized up Maverick.

Gwendolyn, who was the center of attention, was also observing him.

You b*stard, are you trying to act pitiful again?

She clenched her teeth secretly. Her eyes curved with a smile as she reached out gently toward Maverick’s face.

Maverick’s heart fluttered slightly when he saw that. Delighted, he lowered his head and brought his face closer instinctively, anticipating her gentle caress.

However, the moment she touched his cheek, her smile froze and her expression instantly turned cold.

Gwendolyn gripped his cheek firmly with her fair fingers and twisted it harshly, giving him a stern lesson. “Another act again? How is it that you are so shameless? Seems like you need my help to manually thin out that thick skin of yours, huh?”

Maverick gasped in pain, his facial features contorted, but he didn’t dodge from her grasp. He allowed her to vent on him without any resistance.

Beside him, William wore a gloating expression.