Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right by Minerva Sowle

When he passed by Charles, their gazes clashed, sparks flying from the intensity. Their disdain for

each other was obvious.

The atmosphere was extremely tense on the way back to Bay Villa. No one took the initiative to break

the silence.

Maverick carefully turned his head to glance at Gwendolyn.

She was watching the passing scenery outside the window with a blank expression and cold eyes. It

was unclear what she was thinking.

The streetlight cast a warm halo on her profile, etching her breathtakingly beautiful face into his heart.

Earlier, when Maverick realized that Gwendolyn was aiming for Natasha and not him, he felt a sense of

relief.

However, the pressure in the car was too much at the moment as it was evident that Gwendolyn was in

a bad mood. William, who was driving, didn’t even dare to move.

Maverick tentatively reached out, crossing the invisible boundary between them, and gently tugged on

her sleeve.

Gwendolyn showed no reaction, still staring out the car window and lost in thought.

In an attempt to catch her attention, he let out light coughs and complained, “Gwendolyn, I’m injured…”

Still, he was met with silence.

“You’re the cause of the injury,” he tried again.

The air remained serene and quiet.

Maverick looked at the wound on his right arm dejectedly. It wasn’t a big issue, just a minor scratch.

Yet it seemed like Gwendolyn was still angry.

The tension was so thick that William felt he could cut through it.

Oddly enough, Maverick was completely unaware of it and began to speak honestly. “After the charity

gala last time, I had Neville keep an eye on her. Tonight, I followed Natasha’s trail. I didn’t go there to

have a date with her; there’s nothing between us. I just wanted to get some clues from her to find out

who harmed you last time.”

Gwendolyn narrowed her eyes but continued to purse her lips without a word.

She was actually thinking about Charles.

She had admired him and always followed him around as a child.

However, some unpleasantness occurred between them later on. Charles then joined the Central

Intelligence Agency for training, while she was met with misfortune the following year and ended up in

Fairlake.

Charles seems so unfamiliar this time… There’s something strange about him.

While Gwendolyn was deep in thought, Maverick quietly watched her from the side.

They soon arrived at the villa. Gwendolyn promptly opened the car door and walked to the front door.

Suddenly, she remembered something and turned back to Maverick.

“If you’re mostly recovered, return to work at Wright Construction Group. The deadline of the oath you

made has not yet passed,” she instructed.

“Understood.”

Maverick followed closely behind her. The moment he returned to his room, his expression gradually

turned cold.

That Charles has got some guts.

It was evident from the events from earlier that Charles had sent someone to follow him, messing up

his plans at a crucial moment.

Maverick would not be able to quell his anger if this grudge was left unaddressed.

Since Gwendolyn had previously lifted the surveillance on him, he sent a command to Nico through his

phone.

Everything was calm and peaceful for the next few days.

After having breakfast, Gwendolyn headed to Wright Construction Group. Maverick also left after he

was done washing the dishes.

With Natasha’s situation settled, Gwendolyn set her next target on Lane Group.

Her money had been with the Lane family for too long. It was time for her to take it back.

Lane Group was also involved in the real estate and construction industry. Although its reputation and

market value were incomparable to that of Wright Construction Group, it was still considered a leading

figure in Fairlake’s industry.

Furthermore, the eight point eight billion from Gwendolyn’s previous acquisition of Wright Construction

Group’s shares went into Samantha’s pocket. As a result, Lane Group didn’t suffer significant damage

during this period. To revise their plans, Gwendolyn called Yulia over.

Meanwhile, Maverick quietly slipped away from Linderson Constructions’ worksite and went to the

private room he had booked to meet Charles.

Charles had already changed out of his military uniform into a casual black shirt. His top two buttons

were undone, revealing his enticing collarbone and chest muscles.

When Maverick entered the room, Charles was lounging on the couch, leisurely sipping red wine.

Without further ado, Maverick picked up the bottle of wine from the table, poured himself a glass, and

downed it in one gulp.

“That hits the spot,” he remarked.

Charles clapped his hands lightly. He lifted his eyes to meet Maverick’s gaze and spoke without

reservation. “I’ve liked Gwendolyn since we were children. We might already be married if it weren’t for

those years I spent at the Central Intelligence Agency. I know you like her too, but you two are already

divorced. She’s just using you as a pet for her revenge now. Are you really okay with that?”

Maverick remained silent, his dark eyes resembling a dark abyss.

“I looked into your background but couldn’t find anything. There’s clearly more to your identity than just

being a member of the Wright family from Fairlake. Who exactly are you?” Charles questioned.