Chapter 156
Wooing My Ex-Wife
While Samanthaâs mother, Shirley Lane, leisurely walked down the stairs, Gwendolyn and her companions had already entered the garden.
There were so many people that the entire courtyard was crowded.
Even though the bodyguard at the door wanted to stop them at first, he appeared so helpless and underpowered when faced with the overwhelmingly large crowd, and he could not stop them from entering at all.
Gwendolyn had someone bring over a lounge chair that was in the courtyard.
Once it was placed in the center of the courtyard, she proceeded to sit on it, looking casual and laid back.
Meanwhile, Maverick went straight to the orange tree in the backyard of the Lane residence to pick some oranges, then stood quietly at the side as he peeled them for her.
That scene left Shirley dumbfounded as soon as she stepped out of the villa.
Still, with her years of experience being in charge of the Lane Group, both her composure and manners were excellent.
âWhatâs going on here, everyââ Before she could finish speaking, Shirley suddenly took notice of the orange in Maverickâs hand.
She instantly went as white as a sheet while exclaiming, âOh, no! Maverick, you clueless child! This is the Lane familyâs Fruit of Prosperity.
It is not to be touched!â âNot to be touched, you say?â Gwendolyn beamed charmingly at the older woman as her slender fingers reached for the peeled orange in Maverickâs hand.
Parting her rosy lips slightly, she tasted a segment of the fruit, her actions exuding grace and elegance.
Upon tasing the orange, her lips curled into a wider smile.
âAs expected of a fruit thatâs being meticulously taken care of by the Lane family.
Itâs pretty tasty,â she remarked.
The sight of Gwendolyn finishing the entire orange only made Shirleyâs heart bleed.
Shirley had people airship the orange tree from Epea at great expense.
The ever-thriving tree signified wealth and prosperity, and a single orange was worth its weight in gold.
However, Maverick picked quite a few of them! Shirley dug her nails into her palm, trying her very best to tamp down the anger in her heart.
Then, she curled the corner of her lips into a smile and spoke, âYou really are an incredible woman.
Despite leaving your marriage with nothing, you managed to take control of Wright Construction Group in such a short time.
There arenât many women in this world that I, Shirley Lane, consider to be admirable, but youâre one of them.
That said, youâre always welcome to visit me at the Lane residence, but whatâs the meaning of this, bringing so many people along with you?â Gwendolyn did not even lift her eyelids.
She waited patiently for Maverick to finish peeling the orange, then after eating another one, she uttered lazily, âYouâre overthinking, Mrs. Lane.
Iâm not here for a visit today; Iâm here to settle the score with Samantha.
â âSettle the score?â Shirley blurted, looking baffled.
Just then, Samantha happened to descend the stairs.
Upon seeing that it was Gwendolyn who came, a venomous look flitted across her eyes.
However, she soon noticed the group of men behind Gwendolyn.
They were all clad in black suits, standing tall and straight.
Their stern expressions made them look as if they were ready to devour someone, which was quite a terrifying sight to behold.
Samantha was afraid.
Nevertheless, she approached them and stood beside Shirley before trying her best to muster her aura.
Samantha then glared at Gwendolyn and warned the other woman, âYou barged into my home with so many people in broad daylight.
I can sue you for trespassing and malicious harassment!â Hearing that, Gwendolyn waved her hand nonchalantly.
âMrs. Lane just said that Iâm always welcome to visit the Lane residence, so here I am.
Is this considered trespassing?â The mother and daughter gritted their teeth, not uttering a word.
On the other hand, the team of bodyguards behind Gwendolyn shouted in unison, âItâs not trespassing!â
Their voice was loud and clear, and their presence was overwhelming.
Shirley and Samantha were startled by the thunderous response, so much so that the colors drained from their faces.
Satisfied with their reactions, Gwendolyn sat up gracefully before mentioning, âA couple of days ago, I was returning home from a charity gala when my car exploded all of a sudden.
To my surprise, forty people emerged out of nowhere, wanting to kill me.
â All that came from Samantha was a snort.
âWhat does that have to do with me? Itâs obviously because you didnât keep yourself in check and made others hate you.
Alas, b*tches like you are lucky.
It takes so many people to bring you down, yet youâre still alive.
â Gwendolynâs face remained largely devoid of emotions.
âYeah, all thanks to you.
Iâm not dying for the being, though Iâm a little injured.
Thatâs why Iâm here to settle the score.
Otherwise, I wonât feel at ease.
â At the mention of Gwendolynâs injuries, the faces of the âbodyguard teamâ behind her grew darker and darker, making them appear increasingly scarier and more terrifying.
Maverick, however, kept his head down, focusing all of his attention on peeling an orange for Gwendolyn as if everything else was none of his business.
There were fifty-nine gloomy-looking people standing in front of the mother-and-daughter duo.
If it had not been for their strong mental fortitude, Samantha and Shirley wouldâve been scared out of their wits.
Feeling threatened, Samantha instinctively gripped her motherâs arm and cast a warning glare at Gwendolyn.
âWhat are you trying to do?â Gwendolyn maintained a smile on her face.
Even her eyes curved into a smile, exuding a delicate charm.
She then waved her hand gently, and the group of bodyguards simultaneously took a step forward.
That frightened Samantha, causing her face to turn ashen as she instinctively stepped back.
She shot a glare at Gwendolyn, gritted her teeth, and said, âThere are strict laws in Chanaea.
You donât have the guts to kill me! Besides, I didnât do anything.
You donât have any evidence, so how dare you try to lay a finger on me!â âWho said I wanted to kill you? Everything will be solved once and for all with your death.
Whereâs the fun in that? As for evidence, Iâll find it sooner or later.
But for now, I suppose we can get down to settling the score.
â As soon as those words left her lips, the smile on Gwendolynâs countenance vanished, and a cold glint flitted across her beautiful eyes as she ordered in a low voice, âHold her down.
â With that, the bodyguards rushed forward to grab Samantha.
The large group advanced toward her at once.
Samantha was a petite woman.
The pressure from the intimidating group was enough to crush her.
She was scared out of her wits.
When Samantha recalled the time when she was being held down by Gwendolynâs bodyguards while the woman slapped her, her entire body began trembling in fear.
Shirley, on the other hand, was much more composed.
She quickly regained her senses and ordered her own bodyguards, âWhat are you waiting for? Get all of the bodyguards and housekeepers out here to protect Ms. Lane!â The Lanesâ bodyguards moved swiftly at her behest.
However, they were no match for Gwendolynâs people.
Less than a minute was all it took for Gwendolyn to put the Lanesâ people under control.
Samantha noticed that things were not looking good for her and immediately wanted to make a run for it.
Before she could even lift her leg, however, her shoulders were restrained.
Gwendolynâs people showed no mercy, treating Samantha roughly as they forced her to kneel on the ground.
Samanthaâs face contorted in pain as she screamed at the top of her lungs, âYou wretch! I wonât let you off easily if you dare to touch me! Iâll make sure you die a horrible death, you hear me? Ah, it hurts! Let go of me!â âYouâve gone too far! The Lane family is a prominent family in Fairlake.
You canât just bully us as you please!â Shirley, at the side, could only hurl threats and cusses at Gwendolyn, for she was also being restrained by the bodyguards.
However, Gwendolyn ignored them and continued eating the orange.
Her pair of pretty eyes under her long eyelashes were staring intently at the mother and daughter.
There was a grin tugging on her lips, though her cheeks were puffed up as she ate.
Her playful mean-girl demeanor made Maverickâs heart skip a beat.
He had the impulse to discreetly pinch those pale and soft cheeks of hers.
While he was staring intently at Gwendolyn, Shirley was looking and shouting at him, âMaverick, Louis is your uncle! Heâs not home, so are you just going to let your ex-wife bully us, your family, like this?â
Maverickâs handsome face was pale as he uttered in an icy tone, âAunt Shirley, Samantha mustâve told you that I signed an agreement with Gwendolyn.
Iâm one of her people now, so thereâs nothing I can do to help.
â âYou⦠What youâre doing now is no different than holding a candle to the devil.
Weâre your family!â Shirley continued to say.
Gwendolyn thought the older woman was too noisy, and a slight frown marred her countenance as she ordered, âSheâs making too much noise.
Shut her up.
â One of the guards immediately went to find a piece of cloth and gagged Shirleyâs mouth with it.
Since they still had to question Samantha, her mouth wasnât gagged.
Gwendolyn took the dagger from Nicoâs hand and toyed with it as she approached Samantha until she was right at the womanâs feet.
She then gently lifted the womanâs chin with the dagger.
Feeling the slight stinging sensation on her chin, Samantha was so terrified that she dared not breathe, her pupils trembling helplessly.
Finally, she softened her tone.
âGwendolyn, it had nothing to do with me, really.
Itâs useless to seek revenge on me.
â Gwendolyn sneered.
âI know thereâs a mastermind behind you, whoâs planned everything.
If you hand that person over, along with Natasha, Iâll let you go.
We can also call it even for everything else that happened in the past.
How does that sound?â In other words, Gwendolyn was implying that she wouldnât touch Lane Group anymore, and the Lanes could finally live peacefully in the future.
Yet, Samantha was still slightly hesitant.
This b*tch slapped me in public back then, utterly humiliating me! How can I just move past that incident?