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The Ex and Her Riches novel (Gwendolyn and Maverick)

Chapter 204
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Chapter 204 His Funeral

Gwendolyn’s rationality was being overturned repeatedly. Her hands trembled uncontrollably when she lowered her

head to look at the vase.

Gwendolyn handed it back to Nico. However, she bit her lower lips and shook her head, sneering coldly, “I don’t

believe this. I dare you to make him tell me personally!”

“Ms. Shalders…”

“Get lost!” Gwendolyn yelled. She took a step back and slammed the door shut, shutting everyone out.

Taking a deep breath, Gwendolyn tried to calm down and regain her rationality.

As Gwendolyn sat on the couch, she saw the stack of sticky notes she had earlier taken down.

Gwendolyn picked them up again and carefully read through them.

She recalled the moment he pulled her into his tight embrace before they got into the car. Gwendolyn did not

notice at that time, but she now realized that the corners of his eyes seemed a bit red.

Has Maverick known all along that this day would come, and was he prepared for the last time we would meet

before I left for Fairlake? But… I didn’t see his corpse. I don’t believe it! There’s no way!

Justin was not at the villa previously because he accompanied Nico and the others to the crematorium. Now, he had

finally arrived.

Justin’s face was full of grief when Gwendolyn called him inside.

Gwendolyn sat on the couch in a stupor. She was cold, devoid of emotions and tears.

Gwendolyn stood up suddenly and gave Justin a tight slap when he drew near.

“Uh…”

Justin staggered a step back, caught off guard. Blood seeped out from the corner of his cut lips.

Justin did not dare to wipe away the blood. Perceived the metallic taste in his mouth, he stood obediently to bear

Gwendolyn’s anger.

“Ms. Shalders, go ahead and beat me to death if it makes you feel better. I’m drowning in guilt from causing Mr.

Wright’s death. I’d feel better dying in your hands.”

Gwendolyn glanced at him. She withdrew her hand slowly and sat back on the couch after seeing he was truly

upset.

“What exactly happened?”

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“Ms. Shalders, I was originally sent from the other side to keep an eye on you, but I couldn’t bring myself to harm

you. Those people didn’t want to let me off the hook and gave me an ultimatum three days ago to lure you to the

abandoned warehouse on the eastern outskirts of the city. Mr. Wright found out about it, and he told me not to tell

you. Mr. Wright said he would go in your place.” He began to cry uncontrollably as he spoke. “I didn’t know… that

he would not be able to make it out alive. I’m sorry, Ms. Shalders!”

“Did he… have something to tell me before something happened to him?”

Justin thought for a moment. “No.”

Devastated, Gwendolyn pursed her lips tightly and lowered her eyes.

It pained Justin to see her like this. “Ms. Shalders, it’s all my fault. Go ahead and hit me! Don’t hold back. Let it all

out!”

“Get out!”

“Ms. Shalders…”

“Get lost.”

Unable to convince her, Justin could only let her calm down on her own.

The window in the living room was open. Gwendolyn’s face was cold when the chilly wind blew in.

She stared at the stack of sticky notes on the coffee table, but the images of Maverick pretending to be aggrieved

and fragile appeared in her mind.

Maverick used to appear aloof and indifferent in the past.

Now, all Gwendolyn could think of was his pitiful expression. She could not even recall what he used to be like.

With this in mind, Gwendolyn rushed upstairs and retrieved the box that had been stored on top of the cabinet in

her room.

“Where are the photos of us? Where are our wedding photos? They were here!”

Gwendolyn made a mess while searching and finally found half of the wedding photo under the box. There was only

her smiling brightly in the picture.

Gwendolyn personally cut Maverick’s part off when she decided to seek revenge against the Wright family.

Her knuckles turned white, and she opened her phone’s photo album and searched for a long time.

Gwendolyn could not find a single picture of the man she had been married to for three and loved for six years.

The only thing left was an audio recording, and she clicked to play it.

A magnetic and deep voice came. “I, Maverick, vow to disappear from your world forever once this one-year

employment period is over.”

Gwendolyn leaned against the foot of the bed before weakly collapsing to the ground. Tears began welling up in her

eyes.

Maverick disappeared before one year had passed.

Gwendolyn did not even have a chance to bid him farewell.

The night was extraordinarily long for her.

Gwendolyn was unable to fall asleep all night. Her eyes became dry and puffy from staying up all night staring out

the window lifelessly.

Knock! Knock!

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door.

Gwendolyn wiped away her tears and asked calmly, “What is it?”

William was outside the door.

“Ms. Shalders, Nico has already brought Mr. Wright’s ashes back to the Wright residence. The date for his burial has

been set, and the funeral will take place in three days.”

Gwendolyn furrowed her brows slightly.

Three days? So soon?

The arrangements for Maverick’s funeral were taken care of by Treyton, Nico, and Frida.

Treyton learned about the situation upon his return from Salinsburgh.

Treyton felt bitter knowing Maverick gave his life up for Gwendolyn. He decided to shoulder this responsibility to

ease her guilt, knowing that she would not be able to accept this outcome.

No media or informed wealthy families dared to spread Maverick’s death with Treyton being in charge.

Maverick’s death was kept a low profile.

The weather in Fairlake had been terrible for the past three days.

It was gloomy every day, and the brisk wind could freeze the people walking on the street.

Thunder roared, and the weather was considerably colder on the day of the funeral.

The entire Fairlake was engulfed in a gloomy atmosphere as heavy rain poured down mercilessly.

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It was an unsettling sight to see so many black umbrellas in front of the cemetery.

There were not many people who came. A few close business associates and several members of the Wright family

came up to pay their respect.

Frida sobbed hysterically while holding her son’s ashes. She had been crying endlessly the past three days and

would have collapsed long ago if not for her determination to see through her son’s funeral.

Sheralyn was also sobbing uncontrollably, and she repeatedly called out his name.

The air was heavy with profound sadness.

Gwendolyn was standing beneath the tree outside the cemetery, wearing only a black dress and without makeup.

Although her eyes were red, she watched the situation inside the cemetery attentively in a calm manner.

Several bodyguards had gone inside to pay their respects to Maverick.

Gwendolyn did not use an umbrella. She was completely drenched by the heavy rain even though she stood under

a tree. Her skinny figure appeared lonely and desolate, but she did not look pathetic.

Treyton perceptively saw her, and he walked over with a black umbrella.

It pained Treyton to see Gwendolyn’s lips turn blue from the cold, so he took off his suit coat to drape it over her.

Gwendolyn used her hand to block and refuse his offer.

“He’s already gone. Why do you have to put yourself through this? Listen to me, all right? You’ll get sick if you carry

on like this. He wouldn’t want to see you burdened with guilt if he were still alive.”

Gwendolyn only lowered her hand when she heard the final sentence, letting Treyton drape the suit coat over her.

Treyton helped to wipe the wet strands of hair off her cheek, and he xo.com fast updatesighed. “He’s about to

be buried. Do you want to go and say a few last words to him?”

Gwendolyn lowered her gaze, and neither did she speak nor move.

In the cemetery, Maverick was being formally buried.

Just then, a lawyer in a suit appeared to hand two envelopes containing written wills to Frida.

“Mrs. Wright, Mr. Wright instructed me to give you these wills on the day of his burial. I hope you will immediately

open and read them privately.”

The tears on Frida’s face had not yet dried. She took over the two envelopes with trembling hands. One of them

was addressed to her, and there was no name on the other one.

Frida opened the first envelope.

However, her expression froze when she read the content of the letter.