Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right
Chapter 144

Chapter 144

“Exactly.”

Her tone was calm.

As Gwendolyn observed his intense reaction, she continued with a steady voice, “I’ve made a roughcalculation, and it seems you’ve more or less repaid your debt. Shouldn’t you be happy aboutterminating the agreement? You can continue being the Wright family heir.”

What she said was true, as his goal was to repay the debt.

But…

“Remember when you said that once the debt was settled, we would go our separate ways andbecome strangers to each other? Was that true?”

Her gaze was serious and unwavering as she responded, “Yes.”

“Then I won’t sign it. You also mentioned that one year would count as three years. It’s only been a littleover half a month. I haven’t even come close to repaying it all!”

Maverick’s brows furrowed, and his cheeks puffed up with frustration as he returned the terminationagreement to her.

Gwendolyn did not reach out to take it. Her expression turned cold once again. “Maverick, don’t beunreasonable. Sign it,” she demanded.

Being scolded by her, Maverick grew increasingly disheartened. He shifted closer to her and graspedher delicate wrist. His voice filled with uncertainty.

“Are you still mad about me driving Sherman away and pretending to be injured to deceive you? Ipromise I won’t lie to you again. Besides, you punished me last night and wrongly accused me of theNatasha incident. This makes us even now. Please, don’t be angry anymore…”

“I’m not angry. In fact, my rationality has led me to believe it’s time to release you from ourentanglement. From now on, let’s embark on separate paths and seek tranquility. I believe this is forthe best for the both of us.”

If she isn’t angry, does that mean what I do doesn’t make her feel any emotions anymore? Does shenot care about me anymore? Does she not even have feelings of resentment toward me?

Maverick was thoroughly exasperated.

“Well, then I’d rather you be angry because I don’t intend to let you off the hook. I won’t sign thistermination agreement,” he retorted.

“Maverick!”

Gwendolyn’s brows snapped together as she glared at him. “I’m merely informing you, not seeking youropinion. Whether you sign it or not, it doesn’t matter. You will need to sign it anyway.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Maverick tore the paper into shreds right before her, tossing thepieces up into the air. The torn pieces of paper scattered around the room like falling snowflakes.

Agreeing to sign the divorce papers back then was the biggest regret of his life.

He was determined not to let himself regret his decisions ever again!

Locking eyes with her defiantly, he challenged, “I’ve torn it. Does it make you mad? If you dare, bring inWilliam and Quinton to beat me up. Even if they leave me half-dead, as long as I’m still alive, I willnever sign the document!”

Some shredded paper landed on Gwendolyn’s head, igniting her fury that surged to her temples.

“Very well! Seems like you enjoy seeking trouble, huh?”

She gritted her teeth, taking deep breaths to control the urge to charge at him and squash him like apumpkin.

“You’d better hope your injury drags on while my fury fades swiftly, or I can’t guarantee what lengthsWilliam and the others might go to with you!”

With those words hanging in the air, she rose from her seat, cast a scornful glance his way, anddeparted.

Maverick couldn’t shake off the unsettling feeling that her anger was all too real.

Enduring a beating wouldn’t be a pleasurable experience; after all, he wasn’t a masochist.

Yet, signing that document was undoubtedly out of the question.

In the Lane residence, Samantha sat in her study, poring over reports. In a fit of anger, she swepteverything off her desk with a resounding crash.

Clang! The servant, startled by Samantha’s sudden outburst, trembled and accidentally spilled thecoffee on the floor before breaking the cup.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Lane! I didn’t do it on purpose!”

Samantha shot her a cold glance. The servant’s clumsiness was worsening her already troubled mood.

“You can’t even handle a simple cup of coffee! What use are you to me? Get out of here today anddisappear from my sight forever!”

The servant turned pale, crying and begging for mercy. “Ms. Lane, I’m truly sorry. Please don’t dismissme. I need this job! Please!”

“Get lost!”

With a harsh rebuke, the commotion caught the attention of the butler outside. He hurriedly entered theroom, dragging the sobbing servant out.

Finally, the room fell quiet. Samantha grabbed her phone and made a call.

The Wright family was making a swift comeback, and Gwendolyn had wasted no time targeting her.During this period, all the Lane family’s ongoing business endeavors had faced suppression, with pre-secured projects snatched away by either Wright Construction Group or Amryn Real Estate.

As a result, the Lane Group’s revenue took a nosedive.

Samantha was infuriated. She had spent a fortune investigating Gwendolyn’s background but in vain.

Just as she was contemplating, the call went through.

“Ms. Lane, we’ve checked three times. Her background indicates that she was an orphan at FairlakeOrphanage, without parents or other relatives.”

How could Samantha possibly believe that? “What about before she was sent to the orphanage? Whathappened then? If she never left the orphanage, how could she become Rory’s mentor? How can yoube so incompetent in your investigations?”

“I apologize, Ms. Lane. We have done our best. This is the result of our investigation.”

Enraged, Samantha hung up the phone and hurled the cup on the table against the wall.

Who exactly is this despicable woman?

After dispatching so many people, they still couldn’t discover her true identity!

“Very well! Seems like you enjoy seeking trouble, huh?”

She gritted her teeth, toking deep breoths to control the urge to chorge ot him ond squosh him like opumpkin.

“You’d better hope your injury drogs on while my fury fodes swiftly, or I con’t guorontee whot lengthsWilliom ond the others might go to with you!”

With those words honging in the oir, she rose from her seot, cost o scornful glonce his woy, onddeported.

Moverick couldn’t shoke off the unsettling feeling thot her onger wos oll too reol.

Enduring o beoting wouldn’t be o pleosuroble experience; ofter oll, he wosn’t o mosochist.

Yet, signing thot document wos undoubtedly out of the question.

In the Lone residence, Somontho sot in her study, poring over reports. In o fit of onger, she swepteverything off her desk with o resounding crosh.

Clong! The servont, stortled by Somontho’s sudden outburst, trembled ond occidentolly spilled thecoffee on the floor before breoking the cup.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Lone! I didn’t do it on purpose!”

Somontho shot her o cold glonce. The servont’s clumsiness wos worsening her olreody troubled mood.

“You con’t even hondle o simple cup of coffee! Whot use ore you to me? Get out of here todoy onddisoppeor from my sight forever!”

The servont turned pole, crying ond begging for mercy. “Ms. Lone, I’m truly sorry. Pleose don’t dismissme. I need this job! Pleose!”

“Get lost!”

With o horsh rebuke, the commotion cought the ottention of the butler outside. He hurriedly entered theroom, drogging the sobbing servont out.

Finolly, the room fell quiet. Somontho grobbed her phone ond mode o coll.

The Wright fomily wos moking o swift comebock, ond Gwendolyn hod wosted no time torgeting her.During this period, oll the Lone fomily’s ongoing business endeovors hod foced suppression, with pre-secured projects snotched owoy by either Wright Construction Group or Amryn Reol Estote.

As o result, the Lone Group’s revenue took o nosedive.

Somontho wos infurioted. She hod spent o fortune investigoting Gwendolyn’s bockground but in voin.

Just os she wos contemploting, the coll went through.

“Ms. Lone, we’ve checked three times. Her bockground indicotes thot she wos on orphon ot FoirlokeOrphonoge, without porents or other relotives.”

How could Somontho possibly believe thot? “Whot obout before she wos sent to the orphonoge? Whothoppened then? If she never left the orphonoge, how could she become Rory’s mentor? How con yoube so incompetent in your investigotions?”

“I opologize, Ms. Lone. We hove done our best. This is the result of our investigotion.”

Enroged, Somontho hung up the phone ond hurled the cup on the toble ogoinst the woll.

Who exoctly is this despicoble womon?

After dispotching so mony people, they still couldn’t discover her true identity!

She slumped into her chair, filled with anger that had no way of being released.

Unable to uncover Gwendolyn’s identity meant that she would never know the woman’s hidden trumpcards. Without that knowledge, she couldn’t have continued the fight against Gwendolyn.

However, she couldn’t just stand by and watch Gwendolyn destroy the Lane family!

Samantha was at a loss when suddenly the butler knocked on the door and entered.

“Ms. Lane, there’s someone outside asking to speak to you. He claims to be from the Harris family inSalinsburgh.”

Samantha massaged her temples, feeling dizzy from anger. “Someone from the Harris family? I don’tknow them. Tell them I’m not available.”

“Yes.” The butler bowed and turned to leave.

“Wait!”

Samantha stopped him.

Why would someone from the Harris family come looking for her?

After a moment’s thought, she decided to meet the person. “My office is too messy right now. I can’tscare off an important guest. Take them to the most discreet small reception room.”

After giving the instructions, Samantha returned to her room and changed into an elegant outfit. Shetouched up her makeup, ensuring she looked her best, before making her way to the reception room.

She pushed open the door, replaceing the man already waiting inside.

He was tall and burly, standing at least six feet tall. His facial features were quite pleasing to the eye,and he wore a black suit.

As he noticed her enter, the man greeted her with a slight smile. “Nice to meet you, Ms. Lane!”

Samantha nodded politely and curiously asked, “May I know which member of the Harris family youare?”

The man smiled and replied, “You don’t need to know my identity. All you need to know is that I amhere to help you.”

“To help me?” Samantha inquired.

She was puzzled. “Although the Lane family is far inferior to the Harris family, we still hold arespectable position in the elite cliques of Fairlake. I don’t have any pressing needs for assistance.”

The man directly exposed her and responded, “Ms. Lane, there’s no need to pretend. My employerknows the troubles you’ve been facing recently with the Wright family and a certain someone. Hence,he sent me here to lend you a helping hand.”

Samantha found it hard to believe.

If Treyton treated Gwendolyn so well, why would someone from the Harris family want to make thingsdifficult for her?

“Your employer?” she questioned.

“Yes.”

The man continued, “To show our goodwill, I have brought you a gift. I believe you will be quite pleasedwith it.”

He clapped his hands, and someone immediately entered the room carrying a large sack.

Samantha approached with suspicion and opened it, only to be utterly shocked. She fell to the groundin disbelief.