Chapter 144


    “Exactly.”


    Her tone was calm.


    As Gwendolyn observed his intense reaction, she continued with a steady voice, “I’ve made a rough


    calction, and it seems you’ve more or less repaid your debt. Shouldn’t you be happy about


    terminating 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 and


    be 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 little


    over half a month. I haven’t evene close to repaying it all!”


    Maverick’s brows furrowed, and his cheeks puffed up with frustration as he returned the termination


    agreement to her.


    Gwendolyn did not reach out to take it. Her expression turned cold once again. “Maverick, don’t be


    unreasonable. Sign it,” she demanded.


    Being scolded by her, Maverick grew increasingly disheartened. He shifted closer to her and grasped


    her delicate wrist. His voice filled with uncertainty.


    “Are you still mad about me driving Sherman away and pretending to be injured to deceive you? I


    promise I won’t lie to you again. Besides, you punished mest night and wrongly used me of the


    Natasha 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 our


    entanglement. From now on, let’s embark on separate paths and seek tranquility. I believe this is for


    the 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 she


    not 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 this


    termination agreement,” he retorted.


    “Maverick!”


    Gwendolyn’s brows snapped together as she red at him. “I’m merely informing you, not seeking your


    opinion. 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 the


    pieces up into the air. The torn pieces of paper scattered around the room like falling snowkes.


    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 in


    William and Quinton to beat me up. Even if they leave me half-dead, as long as I’m still alive, I will


    never sign the document!”


    Some shredded papernded 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 a


    pumpkin.


    “You’d better hope your injury drags on while my fury fades swiftly, or I can’t guarantee what lengths


    William and the others might go to with you!”


    With those words hanging in the air, she rose from her seat, cast a scornful nce his way, and


    departed.


    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 swept


    everything off her desk with a resounding crash.


    ng! The servant, startled by Samantha’s sudden outburst, trembled and identally spilled the


    coffee on the floor before breaking the cup.


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


    Samantha shot her a cold nce. 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 and


    disappear from my sight forever!”


    The servant turned pale, crying and begging for mercy. “Ms. Lane, I’m truly sorry. Please don’t dismiss


    me. I need this job! Please!”


    “Get lost!”


    With a harsh rebuke, themotion caught the attention of the butler outside. He hurriedly entered the


    room, dragging the sobbing servant out.


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


    The Wright family was making a swifteback, 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 contemting, the call went through.


    “Ms. Lane, we’ve checked three times. Her background indicates that she was an orphan at Faike


    Orphanage, without parents or other rtives.”


    How could Samantha possibly believe that? “What about before she was sent to the orphanage? What


    happened then? If she never left the orphanage, how could she be Rory’s mentor? How can you


    be so ipetent 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 o


    pumpkin.


    “You’d better hope your injury drogs on while my fury fodes swiftly, or I con’t guorontee whot lengths


    Williom 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, ond


    deported.


    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 swept


    everything off her desk with o resounding crosh.


    Clong! The servont, stortled by Somontho’s sudden outburst, trembled ond identolly spilled the


    coffee 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 ond


    disoppeor from my sight forever!”


    The servont turned pole, crying ond begging for mercy. “Ms. Lone, I’m truly sorry. Pleose don’t dismiss


    me. I need this job! Pleose!”


    “Get lost!”


    With o horsh rebuke, themotion cought the ottention of the butler outside. He hurriedly entered the


    room, drogging the sobbing servont out.


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


    The Wright fomily wos moking o swiftebock, 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 Foirloke


    Orphonoge, without porents or other relotives.”


    How could Somontho possibly believe thot? “Whot obout before she wos sent to the orphonoge? Whot


    hoppened then? If she never left the orphonoge, how could she be Rory’s mentor? How con you


    be so ipetent 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 trump


    cards. 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 ims to be from the Harris family in


    Salinsburgh.”


    Samantha massaged her temples, feeling dizzy from anger. “Someone from the Harris family? I don’t


    know them. Tell them I’m not avable.”


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


    “Wait!”


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    Samantha stopped him.


    Why would someone from the Harris familye looking for her?


    After a moment’s thought, she decided to meet the person. “My office is too messy right now. I can’t


    scare 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. She


    touched up her makeup, ensuring she looked her best, before making her way to the reception room.


    She pushed open the door, finding 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 ck 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 you


    are?”


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


    here 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 a


    respectable position in the elite cliques of Faike. 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 employer


    knows 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 things


    difficult 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 pleased


    with it.”


    He pped his hands, and someone immediately entered the room carrying arge sack.


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


    in disbelief.