The Ex and Her Riches novel (Gwendolyn and Maverick)

Although her mother had guessed everything wrongly, she was still moved.

A few days ago, she had a fight with the family because she did not wish to return to Tayhaven for a blind date.

She had never thought that Charles would kidnap her mother for the wedding issue.

Whitney was filled with guilt.

“No, no. I like him. I signed this out of my own free will. Even though it’ll only last for a year, I still think it’s worth it.”

Her mother sighed.

Her father quickly snatched the phone and asked, “Who is that man? What is his name? How is his family? What

does he work as? Does he have a car?”

“His name is Charles Newton. He used to work as a teacher in Tayhaven. You’ve both seen him before.”

A bout of noises came from the other end of the line.

Whitney’s brother seemed to be asking some questions.

Soon, her father digested Whitney’s brother’s question and asked Whitney, “Is he Charles Newton, the CEO of

Newton Group in Salinsburgh?”

“He is.”

Whitney’s family finally calmed down.

They were glad that their daughter had found a rich man.

In fact, her father’s tone softened a great deal. “I’m sure a prominent figure like him will compensate you a large

sum when you have your divorce, right?”

“I didn’t ask anything from him,” was what Whitney said to show them her intentions.

Her father lost his cool again. “You didn’t? How could you not? We’re all waiting for you to send money home for

our living expenses! How could you not get any money from him after signing an unfair marriage contract? You’ll

lose everything and waste a year of your life! Why are you so stupid?”

“Stop scolding her. I’m sure she can think for herself. She’s not dumb. She knows what she’s doing,” came

Whitney’s mother’s voice.

“What the hell does she know? She flew all the way to Chanaea from Tayhaven to court this man, and it’s been five

years since then! And now what? What she received is a marriage contract with a time limit. She didn’t even ask for

any financial compensation! Does she think that five years of her youth is nothing? She’s not running a charity

event!”

Whitney’s brother agreed with her father, “Dad’s right. No matter what, you’ve got to get some money from him.

The Newton family is so rich. A million from them would be more than enough to sustain us for half our lives. I

might even be able to get a house and a wife with that money.”

“Hey, stop pressuring Whitney…”

“Shut it! You’re a woman. You won’t understand this!” Whitney’s father scolded her mother.

Whitney was upset to hear that. “Father… Father.”

The cursing on the other end went on, and Whitney could even hear the sound of slapping.

Someone storted crying, ond no one poid ottention to Whitney.

Alos, Whitney wos for from the fomily, ond her mother hod no power in the fomily. All Whitney could soy wos, “I got

it. Don’t worry obout me. I’ll keep sending money home, so don’t you ever hit Mom ogoin. If I find out thot you’re

toking it out on her ogoin, I’ll stop sending money home!”

After she spot those ongry words, she ended the coll.

Everyone else besides her mother ot home wos o porosite. Her hometown wos o conservotive ploce. Her fother

wos on olcoholic who olwoys hit others ond would not chonge no motter how much he wos told.

Whitney stored ot her phone screen ond slowly mode up her mind obout something.

She would work hord to eorn lots ond lots of money.

After getting her divorce ond returning to Toyhoven the following yeor, she would then convince her mother to get

o divorce from her fother ond move in with her.

Once she mode up her mind obout thot, she felt motivoted.

Honk! Honk!

Just then, the sound of on expensive cor honking come from the side of the rood.

In the next second, the cor door opened, ond o mon dressed like o bodyguord wolked over to her. “Are you Ms.

Whitney Mellor? We work for Mr. Newton.”

“I om.”

The bodyguord mode o gesture of invitotion to her. “Mr. Newton hos osked us to pick you up. Pleose get inside.”

“Thonk you.”

Whitney got into the cor to return to the oportment to pock up without hesitotion.

It wos Tuesdoy.

Everyone seemed exceptionolly busy.

Cedrick hod o tricky cose he needed to ottend to personolly.

In the meontime, Gwendolyn wos in the middle of discussing o colloborotion with other fomed internotionol

corporotions os Horris Group wos groduolly exponding into foreign morkets.

Those two doys were cruciol times for Gwendolyn to ensure thot the controcts were signed.

Since both Gwendolyn ond Cedrick were busy, ond since Benedict did not like Chorles, Cedrick hod no choice but to

give Nico o doy of poid leove so thot Nico could keep Benedict compony.

Nico wos o simple-minded mon, ond he wos eosily defeoted by Benedict in chess.

As o motter of foct, he didn’t win o single gome.

“Hmph! I refuse to believe thot o brot like you is smorter thon me! Agoin!”

Benedict clicked his tongue ond studied Nico. “Uncle Nico, do you reolly still wont to ploy this? At this rote, you’re

going to be losing your groy boxers too.”

At the reminder, Nico reoched out to touch his bore orms.

The wind coming from outside the window mode goosebumps form on his orms.

Someone started crying, and no one paid attention to Whitney.

Alas, Whitney was far from the family, and her mother had no power in the family. All Whitney could say was, “I got

it. Don’t worry about me. I’ll keep sending money home, so don’t you ever hit Mom again. If I find out that you’re

taking it out on her again, I’ll stop sending money home!”

After she spat those angry words, she ended the call.

Everyone else besides her mother at home was a parasite. Her hometown was a conservative place. Her father

was an alcoholic who always hit others and would not change no matter how much he was told.

Whitney stared at her phone screen and slowly made up her mind about something.

She would work hard to earn lots and lots of money.

After getting her divorce and returning to Tayhaven the following year, she would then convince her mother to get

a divorce from her father and move in with her.

Once she made up her mind about that, she felt motivated.

Honk! Honk!

Just then, the sound of an expensive car honking came from the side of the road.

In the next second, the car door opened, and a man dressed like a bodyguard walked over to her. “Are you Ms.

Whitney Mellor? We work for Mr. Newton.”

“I am.”

The bodyguard made a gesture of invitation to her. “Mr. Newton has asked us to pick you up. Please get inside.”

“Thank you.”

Whitney got into the car to return to the apartment to pack up without hesitation.

It was Tuesday.

Everyone seemed exceptionally busy.

Cedrick had a tricky case he needed to attend to personally.

In the meantime, Gwendolyn was in the middle of discussing a collaboration with other famed international

corporations as Harris Group was gradually expanding into foreign markets.

Those two days were crucial times for Gwendolyn to ensure that the contracts were signed.

Since both Gwendolyn and Cedrick were busy, and since Benedict did not like Charles, Cedrick had no choice but to

give Nico a day of paid leave so that Nico could keep Benedict company.

Nico was a simple-minded man, and he was easily defeated by Benedict in chess.

As a matter of fact, he didn’t win a single game.

“Hmph! I refuse to believe that a brat like you is smarter than me! Again!”

Benedict clicked his tongue and studied Nico. “Uncle Nico, do you really still want to play this? At this rate, you’re

going to be losing your gray boxers too.”

At the reminder, Nico reached out to touch his bare arms.

The wind coming from outside the window made goosebumps form on his arms.

As it turned out, the sneaky boy had made him agree to have the loser take off a piece of clothing every time.

Nico had been worried that Benedict would catch a cold from losing his clothes, but after going easy on Benedict

for a few rounds, he realized he could not actually win against the boy.

By then, he was only wearing his boxers, having taken off his belt, watch, and even rings.

If he were to lose again, he would be fully naked.

It would be embarrassing.

However, it would be even more embarrassing for him if he lost every round.

Right as Nico was torn, Benedict reached out to make a mess of the board and yawned.

“Let’s play next time, Uncle Nico. I’m sleepy. If we keep playing, I’m going to lose. Please go easy on me, Uncle

Nico.”

Nico took the opportunity to drop the topic. “Sure. Are you hungry, Benny? Do you want me to peel some fruits for

you?”

“A pear, then. I’m sure you can prepare it well.”

Nico glanced at the oddly-shaped pear. He’s really making life difficult for me today, huh?

However, the boy did not think that far.

Nico was simply overthinking it.

After dressing himself, he sat beside the bed and peeled the fruit for Benedict.

Benedict stared at him while tilting his head for a long while.

“Uncle Nico, is Charles good at fighting? Do you know him well?”

Nico stiffened. “Why aren’t you calling him Uncle Charles?”

“He’s Zendy’s godfather, not mine,” said the boy in determination, his chin lifted up in pride.

Benedict could still remember how Charles had opened the durian with his bare hands the other day, and now, he

wanted to find out more about his enemy through Nico.

Nico said, “He used to be the director of the Central Intelligence Agency, and he trained there for many years. He’s

indeed good at fighting.”

Benedict frowned. If that’s the case, I will have to make things tougher for the last two requests so that I can

properly torment the bad guy.

Nico sat on the edge of the hospital bed and continued, “But he loses to your daddy. He lost in all ways to your

daddy previously, and even I got to teach him several lessons.”

When Nico said that, there was smugness in his eyes.

Benedict’s admiration for Nico grew. As he leaned closer to the man, he asked, “Uncle Nico, how did you teach him

the lessons?”

“Um…”

How could Nico possibly tell Benedict what they did to Charles in the Federal Bureau of Investigation? It could

frighten Benedict.

Benedict blinked mischievously and continued, “Uncle Nico, have you ever fought with him? Who won?”