The Ex and Her Riches novel (Gwendolyn and Maverick)

The humiliating memories were brought to mind.

Samantha glared at Gwendolyn while her gaze was filled with a fierce hatred that made her look murderous.

“I have no idea where they are. And even if I did, I wouldn’t share that with you! In fact, I’m still hoping for them to

kill you!”

“So, you’re not telling, huh?”

Despite the gentle tone of Gwendolyn’s voice, her eyes held a trace of coldness.

“Well then, it’s time for us to settle the score.”

Gwendolyn paused briefly, retracting the dagger from Samantha’s chin and shifting it slowly to her right shoulder

blade. “When my car exploded that day, a shard accidentally cut my shoulder. Let’s start there.”

Fear filled Samantha’s eyes as her face grew pale, and she vigorously shook her head. “No, please! It had nothing

to do with me! It was your own carelessness… Ahh!”

A piercing scream then echoed across the horizon.

With icy brutality, Gwendolyn raised her hand and plunged the dagger down.

Samantha shivered in agony, her body drenched in a cold sweat, while blood seeped from her shoulder, staining

her white dress.

Samantha glared angrily at Gwendolyn with frustration and warned, “Just wait and see, you wicked woman! I won’t

let you get away with this!”

Gwendolyn commented, “You still have the energy to curse, so it seems you’re not in much pain.” She then moved

the dagger closer to Samantha’s pale arm and offered, “I’ll give you one last chance. Where are the people backing

you and Natasha?”

Samantha bit her lip fiercely as Gwendolyn prepared to strike again.

Samantha then hurriedly exclaimed, “I have no clue; I swear! He never revealed his identity to me. He only informs

me when there’s a mission, and he also has Natasha with him. I genuinely don’t know!”

Gwendolyn stared at Samantha for a moment; she then put away the dagger and sat back down on the recliner.

Samantha thought that Gwendolyn had spared her.

However, she barely had a chance to relax when she saw Gwendolyn pass the knife to Nico, her voice calm yet

chillingly merciless. “I had a knife wound on my arm that day, but Elven and Ezra were slashed countless times.

Take care of this; you know what to do.”

Having received that sudden instruction, Nico paused briefly and then happily received the dagger. “Don’t worry; I’ll

take care of it. You can count on me.”

“No, don’t… Ahh!”

The air was filled with blood-curdling screams.

Shirley, who was standing nearby, was deeply distressed by that and started crying.

Gwendolyn remained calm and contented as she watched.

As she reached for the peeled oranges that Maverick had prepared, someone unexpectedly grabbed her wrist. She

turned her head and saw Maverick with a handkerchief, half-crouched by her side, tenderly wiping her fingers.

Maverick caught Gwendolyn’s glance and explained in a low, raspy voice, “You’ve got a little blood here. It’s dirty.”

Gwendolyn remained silent, contentedly indulging in Maverick’s attentive service.

As Gwendolyn finished eating the last orange, Nico completed his task as well.

Covered in wounds and drenched in fresh blood, Samantha’s hair clung to her head, soaked with sweat. She looked

disheveled and pitiful; her agony was so intense that she instantly lost consciousness.

Nico’s maneuvers were deviously calculated, pinpointing areas that inflicted intense pain without being life-

threatening. At first sight, Samantha looked like a bloody rag doll, but in reality, her wounds were minor.

Gwendolyn could not help but take a second glance at Nico. She had assumed he would be kind and

compassionate, but it turned out he was pretty ruthless.

As she pondered this, Gwendolyn subtly glanced at Maverick but chose not to say anything.

She stood up, smoothed her dress, and gestured for Shirley to be released.

As Shirley regained her freedom, she hurried to Samantha’s side, bawling her eyes out.

Gwendolyn warned Shirley, “This is just repayment for the debt from the charity gala day. My eight billion and eight

hundred million have been in the Lane family’s hands for quite some time now. Do you want to return it yourselves,

or should I take matters into my own hands?”

Shirley remained silent as she glared at Gwendolyn with resentment.

Gwendolyn did not actually expect a response from Shirley. She then commanded her people to prepare for their

departure but then remembered the explosion that had occurred in her car the last time. As a result, she ordered

the destruction of all the luxury cars at the Lane residence and had the orange tree in the backyard taken away, as

she had a fondness for its delicious taste.

The housekeepers at the Lane residence were terrified by Gwendolyn’s sudden raid, causing them to shake in fear.

In their panic, they completely forgot to attend to Samantha, who had collapsed in front of the villa.

“This isn’t over! I’ll make sure you pay for this! I’ll have you locked up for the rest of your life!” Shirley’s enraged

and vengeful cry could still be heard from behind as they left the entrance of the Lane residence.

Gwendolyn, on the other hand, was completely unfazed as she carried on without even glancing back.

As winter drew near, Gwendolyn leisurely savored the glimmering sunlight along the street. Although it might not

have been warm, she still found it refreshing, leaving her feeling revitalized.

With the mission successfully carried out, the members of Shadow Bell were given orders to silently return to their

respective hideouts.

As there was still plenty of time in the afternoon, Gwendolyn had Nico and Neville escort Maverick back to the villa

while she made her way to the Angle Corporation.

After casually completing her work tasks, Gwendolyn left the office half an hour ahead of schedule to meet up with

Treyton.

Treyton was already aware of Gwendolyn’s afternoon incident at the Lane residence, finding it both amusing and

ridiculous. He then handed her a freshly brewed cup of coffee.

“Kiddo, Shirley has been in charge of the Lane family for many years, and her network in Fairlake is still quite

extensive. She won’t let this go easily, so be prepared for what is coming for you.”

Gwendolyn casually accepted the coffee, her expression nonchalant. “I’d be more worried if Shirley didn’t give me

any trouble,” she said.

After he heard Gwendolyn’s words, Treyton recognized her determination and felt relieved. He affectionately

tousled her hair, but Gwendolyn gently held his hand in place as her expression turned serious.

Treyton paused before saying, “What’s the matter? Shouldn’t you be happy that you’ve just settled your scores at

the Lane residence?

“Treyton…”

Gwendolyn paused, her gaze meeting Treyton’s as she asked, “Did Maverick go to Crane Bridge on the night of the

charity gala? Was he the one who jumped into the river to rescue me?”

Treyton’s face then turned grave and serious in an instant.

Treyton frowned as he replied with a deep voice, “He clearly had ulterior motives. Even if he hadn’t come, I would

have rescued you. And now he has the audacity to take credit for it in front of you.”

With a sigh, Gwendolyn placed her coffee cup down and headed for the door. She paused to say, “He didn’t say

anything; it was just my guess.”

As Treyton observed the coffee that remained untouched on the table, his face displayed a deep and complex

expression that revealed nothing about his thoughts.

Gwendolyn then left Treyton’s residence and made her way back to Bay Villa. As soon as she opened the door, the

delightful scent of food immediately hit her nose.

Gwendolyn removed her coat expressionlessly and hung it on the coat rack.

Maverick, in the kitchen, heard the commotion and quickly came out to greet Gwendolyn. Before he could

approach, he noticed that she was holding a document in her hand.

The memory of the last time he was asked to sign the termination agreement was still fresh in Maverick’s mind. His

intuition told him that whatever Gwendolyn was holding was not good. The excitement he had initially felt was now

replaced with a complex mix of emotions, causing him to turn and head upstairs to his room.

“Stop right there,” Gwendolyn called out to Maverick coldly.

Maverick then paused in his tracks. The icy tone of Gwendolyn’s voice confirmed his suspicions that it was not

something good.

Maverick did not look back; instead, he pretended to weakly grasp the railing and let out a soft cough. “I’m feeling a

bit dizzy. I think I’ll go and rest.”

“Why are you even pretending to be sick?”

From the doorway, Gwendolyn watched Maverick intently, her gaze fixed on his broad back. Her tone carried a hint

of seriousness. “Come over here and sign; I won’t repeat myself for the third time.”

Maverick pressed his lips together and quickly turned back, locking eyes with Gwendolyn without showing any signs

of weakness.

“I, too, will not repeat myself for the third time; I will not sign it!”

Gwendolyn’s hand clenched around the file as she walked up to Maverick and spoke in a serious tone. “I don’t like

being indebted to anyone. You saved me this time, and I owe you one. Signing is the best way to settle this.”

After Gwendolyn finished speaking, she handed the document to Maverick.

The man did not take the document; instead, he lowered his gaze and glanced at the words Termination of

Employment Agreement on the document. Those few big words felt like a searing iron, stabbing at his heart and

making it ache, almost leaving him breathless.

Gwendolyn’s expression remained neutral as she went on, “This is also the final order you have to follow as my

housekeeper, to obey your master.”