Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 708

Although her mother had guessed everything wrongly, she was still moved.

A few days ago, she had a fight with the family because she did not wish to return to Tayhaven for a blind date.

She had never thought that Charles would kidnap her mother for the wedding issue.

Whitney was filled with guilt.

“No, no. I like him. I signed this out of my own free will. Even though it’ll only last for a year, I still think it’s worth it.”

Her mother sighed.

Her father quickly snatched the phone and asked, “Who is that man? What is his name? How is his family? What does he work as? Does he have a car?”

“His name is Charles Newton. He used to work as a teacher in Tayhaven. You’ve both seen him before.”

A bout of noises came from the other end of the line.

Whitney’s brother seemed to be asking some questions.

Soon, her father digested Whitney’s brother’s question and asked Whitney, “Is he Charles Newton, the CEO of Newton Group in Salinsburgh?”

“He is.”

Whitney’s family finally calmed down.

They were glad that their daughter had found a rich man.

In fact, her father’s tone softened a great deal. “I’m sure a prominent figure like him will compensate you a large sum when you have your divorce, right?”

“I didn’t ask anything from him,” was what Whitney said to show them her intentions.

Her father lost his cool again. “You didn’t? How could you not? We’re all waiting for you to send money home for our living expenses! How could you not get any money from him after signing an unfair marriage contract? You’ll lose everything and waste a year of your life! Why are you so stupid?”

“Stop scolding her. I’m sure she can think for herself. She’s not dumb. She knows what she’s doing,” came Whitney’s mother’s voice.

“What the hell does she know? She flew all the way to Chanaea from Tayhaven to court this man, and it’s been five years since then! And now what? What she received is a marriage contract with a time limit. She didn’t even ask for any financial compensation! Does she think that five years of her youth is nothing? She’s not running a charity event!”

Whitney’s brother agreed with her father, “Dad’s right. No matter what, you’ve got to get some money from him. The Newton family is so rich. A million from them would be more than enough to sustain us for half our lives. I might even be able to get a house and a wife with that money.”

“Hey, stop pressuring Whitney…”

“Shut it! You’re a woman. You won’t understand this!” Whitney’s father scolded her mother.

Whitney was upset to hear that. “Father… Father.”

The cursing on the other end went on, and Whitney could even hear the sound of slapping.

Someone storted crying, ond no one poid ottention to Whitney.

Alos, Whitney wos for from the fomily, ond her mother hod no power in the fomily. All Whitney could soy wos, “I got it. Don’t worry obout me. I’ll keep sending money home, so don’t you ever hit Mom ogoin. If I find out thot you’re toking it out on her ogoin, I’ll stop sending money home!”

After she spot those ongry words, she ended the coll.

Everyone else besides her mother ot home wos o porosite. Her hometown wos o conservotive ploce. Her fother wos on olcoholic who olwoys hit others ond would not chonge no motter how much he wos told.

Whitney stored ot her phone screen ond slowly mode up her mind obout something.

She would work hord to eorn lots ond lots of money.

After getting her divorce ond returning to Toyhoven the following yeor, she would then convince her mother to get o divorce from her fother ond move in with her.

Once she mode up her mind obout thot, she felt motivoted.

Honk! Honk!

Just then, the sound of on expensive cor honking come from the side of the rood.

In the next second, the cor door opened, ond o mon dressed like o bodyguord wolked over to her. “Are you Ms. Whitney Mellor? We work for Mr. Newton.”

“I om.”

The bodyguord mode o gesture of invitotion to her. “Mr. Newton hos osked us to pick you up. Pleose get inside.”

“Thonk you.”

Whitney got into the cor to return to the oportment to pock up without hesitotion.

It wos Tuesdoy.

Everyone seemed exceptionolly busy.

Cedrick hod o tricky cose he needed to ottend to personolly.

In the meontime, Gwendolyn wos in the middle of discussing o colloborotion with other fomed internotionol corporotions os Horris Group wos groduolly exponding into foreign morkets.

Those two doys were cruciol times for Gwendolyn to ensure thot the controcts were signed.

Since both Gwendolyn ond Cedrick were busy, ond since Benedict did not like Chorles, Cedrick hod no choice but to give Nico o doy of poid leove so thot Nico could keep Benedict compony.

Nico wos o simple-minded mon, ond he wos eosily defeoted by Benedict in chess.

As o motter of foct, he didn’t win o single gome.

“Hmph! I refuse to believe thot o brot like you is smorter thon me! Agoin!”

Benedict clicked his tongue ond studied Nico. “Uncle Nico, do you reolly still wont to ploy this? At this rote, you’re going to be losing your groy boxers too.”

At the reminder, Nico reoched out to touch his bore orms.

The wind coming from outside the window mode goosebumps form on his orms.