Chapter 168
Wooing My Ex-Wife
Chapter 168 Gambling With Life Charles lay on the couch with a half-smile, gazing at Maverick with his deep blue eyes.
With his lazy posture, he oozed an aura of mischief.
Charles had looked into the people around Maverick and found that they were no ordinary people.
As for Maverickâs background, it was too clean that he could not help but feel suspicious.
âIâm just Maverick, thatâs all.
Nothing more.
â Maverickâs dark eyes became serious as he took a step forward, his long legs carrying him to the couch next to Charles.
Then, Maverick sat down, his posture straight and proper.
With a casual glance, he first noticed Charlesâ exposed, perfectly sculpted chest muscles and collarbones beneath the black shirt.
Paired with those deep, blue eyes, Charles looked absolutely enchanting like a fairy.
Even I, as a man, found him attractive.
Gwendolyn probably finds him pleasing to the eye as well, right? Maverick suddenly thought of Charles mentioning his long-time bond with Gwendolyn, as well as the complex look in Gwendolynâs eyes when she saw Charles at the police station.
Gwendolyn⦠She did like him, didnât she? When Charles noticed Maverick staring at his body, a wicked smile played on his lips.
âIâm the kind of person who insists on having whatâs mine.
If anyone dares to lay a finger on it, Iâll chop them down and take back what belongs to me.
Do you understand what I mean?â Hearing that, Maverick laughed.
Does Charles think he can chop me down? He poured himself another glass of wine and elegantly drank it.
With a tone of provocation, he began, âYou can give it a try, and Iâll play along.
Butâ¦â Maverick paused for a moment, his expression serious and cautious.
He then added, âGwendolyn is not anyoneâs personal possession.
I learned this a long time ago.
She has always been independent and full of ideas, and her decisions cannot be influenced by others.
â âOf course, but I can guide her in making choices, just like last night.
â When the incident from the night before was mentioned, Maverickâs dark eyes narrowed.
As he exuded a fierce aura, the surrounding atmosphere chilled.
Charles sat up and looked him in the eye.
âI taught her how to shoot.
Sheâs very smart and learns quickly.
Last night, I was right behind her and saw her every move clearly.
â Maverick realized what Charles wanted to say and suddenly furrowed his brows.
Charles went on, âIf she didnât want to hurt you, she had the ability to keep you unharmed.
So, she must have been angry with you and even harbored murderous intentions.
To her, you are just a pet.
She rewards you when you obey and punishes you when you donât.
She stopped loving you a long time ago.
Think back to the expression on her face when she first saw me.
I have a place in her heart.
Once the misunderstanding between us is cleared up, she will no longer need her pet.
Do you understand?â Maverickâs thin lips tightened as his deep and cold eyes quivered slightly.
Charles admired his expression and laughed with arrogance.
In the next moment, Maverick also burst into chuckles.
âNo wonder youâre the director of the Central Intelligence Agency.
Youâre skilled at sowing discord, manipulating emotions, and exploiting peopleâs vulnerabilities.
You can tear apart and crush peopleâs fragile hearts, leaving them utterly devastated.
â Upon hearing this, Charles narrowed his eyes and gazed at Maverick warily.
Charles had only said a few sentences, yet Maverick already figured out what he was up to.
This revealed that the latter did not look as simple as he appeared.
Maverick continued, âYou didnât meet me secretly today just for something casual, right?â Charles resumed his light-hearted smile at that.
He voiced, âDonât you want to find out how much you truly mean to her? When faced with life and death, who will she care about more? Is it you or me?â The two men stared at each other.
One had a look of cold and profound depth, while the other had a charming and unrestrained gaze.
Gwendolyn and Yulia were in the middle of a meeting when suddenly, a commotion erupted in the hallway outside.
It was very noisy.
After exchanging glances, Gwendolyn and Yulia stood up and opened the door to investigate.
Outside the door, a man in a suit was arguing with the female assistant.
âWhatâs wrong?â Gwendolyn asked.
The assistant hurried over and said, âMs. Shalders, I told this gentleman that you cannot meet visitors as you are in a meeting with Ms. Sullivan, but he insisted on barging in.
I could barely stop him!â Turning around, the man nodded respectfully to Gwendolyn.
âMs. Shalders.
â Gwendolyn studied his face and found him familiar-looking.
âAre you Charlesâ subordinate?â The man was visibly pleased to be recognized.
He answered, âYes, I am Mr. Newtonâs subordinate.
I apologize for the intrusion, but this matter is quite urgent.
You see, Mr. Newton and Mr. Wright are about to engage in a life-or-death game.
â âLife-or-death game?â Gwendolyn narrowed her eyes slightly.
âWhat is Charles up to now?â âThey are currently in a private room at Realm Bar.
Please come with me to persuade them, or someone might actually die!â Gwendolynâs face darkened almost instantly.
She turned around and told Yulia, âYou can go ahead and do your work.
Weâll continue the meeting tomorrow.
â After giving the instructions, she quickly headed to Realm Bar.
Once she opened the door to the private room, she saw the two men seated across from each other on a circular leather couch.
Neatly arranged gun parts were displayed on the coffee table in between them.
Their strong desire to win was evident in their eyes.
Noticing Gwendolynâs arrival, Maverick, who was near the door, quickly stood up and blocked her line of sight.
Gwendolynâs expression was frosty.
With an unfriendly tone, she demanded, âWhat are you doing?â Maverick glanced behind him and said to Charles, âFix your clothes.
â Charles raised an eyebrow and leisurely fastened the two loose buttons before his chest.
It was only then that Maverick moved to the side, allowing Gwendolyn to take a seat on the couch.
Gwendolyn took a seat right in the center.
Folding her hands authoritatively, she cast a cold glance at the array of gun parts laid out on the coffee table.
A cold smile appeared on her red lips.
âIs this an assembling game, where the loser gets shot in the head? Whose idea was this?â The two men stayed quiet.
Gwendolyn glanced sideways, first looking at Maverick.
âHeâs the director of the Central Intelligence Agency whoâs been handling these things since he was a kid, yet you agreed to compete with him in assembling? Do you even know guns?â She was testing him.
Maverickâs dark eyes held a faint smile.
âIâve had the fortune to use them a few times before.
Although Iâm not very familiar with guns, he provoked me first.
Iâm a man, so of course, I have to give it a shot.
â âGwen, this is a game between us men,â Charles chimed in.
Gwendolyn let out a cold snort.
With her arms still crossed, she leaned against the back of the couch with an icy countenance.
âSince you donât care about your lives, I wonât stop you.
Go ahead.
Letâs see who will get shot in the head first,â she uttered heartlessly.
Charlesâ subordinate from earlier was dumbfounded to hear that.
âMs. Shalders, I thought youâre here to persuade them?â he protested.
Gwendolynâs expression remained indifferent as if she was just there to watch the show.
Charles glanced at his subordinates and ordered, âGet out.
No matter what you hear and no matter what happens later, do not come in.
â âUnderstood.
â As soon as Charlesâ people left and closed the door, the atmosphere inside the room turned extremely tense.
Charles looked at Maverick with a grin.
âWeâve signed an agreement to waive the liabilities.
Whoever finishes assembling first can shoot the other.
There will be no regrets.
Are you really willing to gamble?â Maverick had a light and carefree smile on his face as he responded, âIâll play with you till the end.
â Gwendolyn tightened her fists, her breath slightly heavy.
Charles was more ruthless than Maverick.
If the former won, he would definitely pull the trigger.
However, since Maverick dared to gamble, it must mean that he was prepared.
Firearms were strictly controlled in Chanaea.
Even in the case of wealthy families, not many members had ever handled them.
Yet, Maverick claimed to have used them a few times.
She was quite curious to see Maverickâs understanding of firearms and how fast his hands were.
Just as she was deep in thought, the men on both sides of the coffee table sat up straight, an intense aura of murderous intent surrounding them.
Charles started with the countdown.
Then, the game began.