The Ex and Her Riches novel (Gwendolyn and Maverick)

Chapter 165 He Is My Pet

The two of them quickly left the villa.

While they were en route to the suburbs, Maverick, feeling weary, closed his eyes for a brief respite, only to

unexpectedly drift off into a deep sleep.

He didn’t sleep well and had a very strange dream.

In his dream, he found himself in a small, empty, and modest cabin.

Bang!

Suddenly, a deafening gunshot rang out from outside the door.

He felt a sharp pain in his chest, and as he looked down, he discovered that his heart had been pierced by a bullet.

Instantly, his entire body became drenched in crimson, as blood spread and stained him in vivid hues of red.

Agonizing pain emanated from his heart, surging through his limbs and coursing through every inch of his body.

He turned around in shock.

In the dim light, Gwendolyn stood by the door, aiming a gun at him.

Her face was as frigid and lifeless as death, devoid of any warmth. Her once warm eyes now gleamed with a

chilling cruelty and ruthless detachment.

W-Why…

His eyes reddened. He wanted to approach her to seek an answer to his predicament.

As he took two steps forward, his vision suddenly blurred, and everything before his eyes became drenched in a

deep crimson hue. Eventually, he could no longer discern the figure standing before him.

“Boss? Boss!”

As Nico called out twice, Maverick gradually regained consciousness.

“Boss, we’ve arrived. There’s a small path up ahead. To avoid being noticed by Natasha, we need to walk.”

Maverick blinked his tired, dark eyes, instinctively casting a downward gaze toward his heart.

Beneath the suit and shirt, it was pulsating with life and vigor.

However, the intense pain in the dream just now felt all too real.

It was so realistic that he could hardly distinguish between the present and the past, wondering which one was

actually an illusion.

Gwendolyn’s ruthless expression flashed before his eyes, causing a sudden sharp pain in his heart.

Nico felt that something was off with Maverick as the latter’s face was pale. He used the back of his hand to feel

Maverick’s forehead.

It felt refreshingly cool. There was no sign of a fever.

“Boss, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Boss!”

Nico’s unceasing voice roused Maverick from the memory of the bizarre nightmare.

His complexion gradually returned to its normal hue, and he gracefully stepped out of the car with his long legs.

“I’m fine. Let’s go.”

As soon as the duo left Bay Villa to the suburbs, someone reported the news to Charles.

Upon discovering Maverick’s presence in the suburbs, Charles narrowed his deep blue eyes. “What is he doing

there?”

The person who came to deliver the message replied with his head lowered, “It seems like he went to meet a

woman.”

A woman?

Charles’ lips curled into a slight smile as he recalled Maverick’s deliberate attempts to gain Gwendolyn’s attention

at the police station, and the way he had playfully acted pitiful and helpless at the entrance of the station.

During that moment, his eyes were brimming with profound affection, as if his heart and gaze were solely

dedicated to Gwendolyn, unable to encompass anyone else.

Yet, he now went behind Gwendolyn’s back to secretly meet another woman.

How interesting!

“Go and gather information about who he met and thoroughly investigate the entire situation. I want to have all the

details as quickly as possible.”

“Yes.”

Charles’ deep blue eyes narrowed with amusement as he stood up and headed to Angle Corporation.

Right then, Gwendolyn was sitting in the CEO’s office, tidying up the desk and preparing to leave work.

Having previously declared herself as the boss of Angle, Gwendolyn capitalized on her recent free time and

requested Treyton to vacate the CEO’s office. In response, Treyton returned to oversee his own industrial company

located in Fairlake.

She had just finished tidying up the desk when Joanne knocked on the door and came in.

“Ms. Shalders, there’s a man in military uniform outside who wants to see you. He says his name is Newton.”

What is Charles coming over for?

“All right. Let him in.”

“Okay then,” Joanne responded cheerfully and took two steps before turning her head back to look at Gwendolyn

again.

She then whispered with a hint of infatuation, “This Mr. Newton is really good-looking, Ms. Shalders, you are truly…

something!”

She gave a thumbs up, looking at Gwendolyn with an admiring expression.

Gwendolyn showed no expression, gently waved her hand, and signaled for her to leave.

When Charles entered the room, Gwendolyn was already seated on the small guest couch. She had courteously

poured a cup of coffee for him.

“I’m just about to get off work. Is there something you need?”

Charles accepted the teacup with a smile, taking a delicate sip before speaking, “It’s nothing serious. I’m simply

curious as to why you refused my pursuit earlier. Could it be because of that manservant in your villa?”

Gwendolyn poured herself a cup of coffee as well, her expression turning serious. “The reason I refused you is

because I am well aware that you and I are cut from the same cloth. Therefore, it is destined to be impossible

between us.”

The Charles she knew was domineering and paranoid. He also seemed to have an obsession with cleanliness and a

strong sense of possessiveness.

But to what extent his possessiveness go, she wasn’t sure.

“So, in that case, it has nothing to do with your manservant?”

Gwendolyn thought for a moment.

In order to completely eradicate any thoughts he might have of pursuing her, she needed to find an uncontrollable

factor that would sever his thoughts entirely.

“Well, I won’t say it has completely nothing to do with him. As you can see, for me, he’s like a beautiful pet that I

keep in my villa.”

Upon hearing this, Charles frowned. “Am I not better looking than him?”

Gwendolyn didn’t respond. Instead, she picked up the coffee cup and drank the beverage in one gulp. Charles

thought of something, and the smile in his eyes grew broader. “It seems you don’t know your pet very well,

unaware of what he does behind your back.”

“What do you mean?”

Charles stood up, gracefully adjusting the collar of his military uniform.

“Come on, let me show you what he does behind your back.”

In the tranquil suburban cottage, the golden hues of the setting sun bathed the surroundings in a warm glow.

The worn wooden door creaked open.

As Nico concealed himself in the shadows, Maverick, bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun, entered the

house.

Natasha was sitting on the small bed, lost in thought. Upon hearing the sound, she turned around and saw him. In

that instant, her eyes filled with tears of joy.

She struggled to get out of bed, and in her haste, she stumbled and fell to the ground. She scrambled up and

clumsily made her way toward Maverick.

“Mave! I was wrong, Mave! I shouldn’t have believed Samantha that day, and I shouldn’t have allowed her

bodyguard to attempt to harm you! I still love you deeply. They have left me here, abandoned and vulnerable. Only

you can save me now!”

Maverick stood tall and rigid; his gaze fixed on her without a hint of emotion.

“I’m not here to save you. However, if you can provide me with a full explanation of everything you know, I can

ensure your safety in prison. You will be protected from any further mistreatment, and you will have the chance to

live out the remainder of your life in relative peace.”

When she heard this, Natasha’s tears fell heavily onto the floor.

“Mave, you’re so heartless! Even if you disregard my attempt on saving your life, we were once childhood friends.

How can you condemn me to return to that hellish existence?”

Maverick’s indifferent expression remained unchanged. “Sending you back to prison and allowing you to live a

peaceful life is the best outcome. It’s also an exchange for your confession. Isn’t living better than dying?”

Natasha’s face was stained with tears.

She never imagined that she would end up in such a situation. If she hadn’t returned to the country and fought for

the title of Mrs. Wright, she would probably still be living a carefree life abroad.

The more she thought about it, the more upset she became, and she cried out with all her strength.

Maverick stood there quietly, his gaze unwavering and completely unfazed.

Meanwhile, outside the cabin, Charles had his subordinates cunningly lure Nico away, who had been secretly

protecting Maverick.

Then, standing far away from the cabin with Gwendolyn, they peered through the small window to observe the

situation inside the house.

Charles flashed a wicked grin and whispered, “Gwen, behold your clever little pet. Not only did he find his long-lost

lover, but he also clandestinely met with her in the suburbs. He’s two-faced, putting on a facade in front of you

while acting differently behind your back. You can’t keep such a pet around.”