Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 209

After breakfast, Gwendolyn gathered her thoughts and got herself out of the bad mood she had been in for many days. Then, she put on light makeup and went out.

Meanwhile, Dexter was making a scene at the CEO’s office of Wright Construction Group. “How can she not face the world and go into hiding? Is she pretending to be sad after Maverick’s death? Does she think she can avoid the management rights issue of Wright Construction Group? Get her to come now. Things must be resolved today!”

Yulia was helpless. She wanted badly to slap the sly old fox to death, but the fact that their society was governed by the rule of law reminded her to be calm in front of others.

“Mr. Wright, Ms. Shalders has fallen sick recently. You don’t have to be so aggressive—”

Before she could finish speaking, the door of the CEO’s office was pushed open.

Dressed in a black bodycon dress, Gwendolyn looked charming yet innocent under her light makeup, with the usual look of aloofness and arrogance in her eyes.

Without even sparing a glance at Dexter, she walked straight to the CEO’s chair with a grim face and sat down.

“Speak.”

That single word without any emotion instantly made Dexter change his attitude.

With a smile, he walked to the chair across from Gwendolyn and sat down. The vivid memories of being forced to drink thirty bottles of drugs and suffering the torture for ten days were still fresh in his mind, so he only dared to make a scene behind her back.

Now that Gwendolyn had really shown up, he said in a gentle tone, “Ms. Shalders, I’m also sad that my nephew died at such a young age. I’ve lost my appetite these few days, but I’m talking about a different matter—”

“Cut to the chase.”

Gwendolyn knitted her brows, displeased.

“Now that he’s gone, I’m the only one from the Wright family that holds shares in Wright Construction Group, so his shares should be transferred to me, don’t you think?”

“Says who?” Gwendolyn glanced at him. “Did you hit your head or what? You’re just his father’s brother. Only his mother is an immediate family member who can get the shares, while you have no right to claim them.”

Dexter did not get angry despite being ridiculed. “But she’s not good at managing a company. Look at how Wright Construction Group ended up when it was in her hands previously. If you give her the shares, the company will eventually end up like a hollow shell. Besides, can you really give her the shares after being treated by her like that in the past? Well, I’m different. I can help you as I’ve already repented and won’t fight against you again in the future!”

Gwendolyn sneered. “Look at how you put it so nicely. You’ll be the major shareholder after you get the shares. You just want the management rights of Wright Construction Group, don’t you?”

Uh…

Dexter did not answer her. He was determined to get the management rights from her as he could not watch the company fall into the hands of an outsider.

However, knowing that Gwendolyn was not someone to be trifled with, he had initially planned to take it step by step.

Gwendolyn did not bother to listen to his management speak as she added straightforwardly, “Just say it if you want it instead of repulsing me with your nonsense. Whether you can get the management rights from me depends on your ability.”

Dexter wore a scowl on his face and said nothing for a while.

He knew that Gwendolyn, who was shrewd, would be even more wary of him in the future since she knew his plan.

“You know what? Since you said that Frida should get Maverick’s shares, why don’t we ask her to sign the share transfer agreement under the witness of a lawyer today?”

So what if the shares are transferred to Frida? Sooner or later, I can fool her into giving me the shares. Things will be easier as long as the shares don’t fall into Gwendolyn’s hands.

Gwendolyn curled her lips coldly.

When she was about to respond, the door was pushed open.

Frida, who had pulled herself out of the despondency that had been gnawing away at her for the past few days, walked into the office gracefully with her usual demeanor of a wealthy woman.

Seeing her, Dexter was overjoyed. “Hey, Frida, we were just discussing getting you to come over to sign the agreement. Your appearance is so well-timed.”

Gwendolyn leaned back against the office chair with her arms folded across her chest indifferently, not saying a word.

She wanted to see what stunt the two of them were going to pull.

As Frida walked over, Dexter stood up to give up his seat to her.

Without standing on ceremony, Frida gracefully sat down and looked at Dexter, saying, “It is not up to you or me to decide how to distribute my son’s shares.”

“What do you mean, Frida?” Dexter’s expression froze.