Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick)
Chapter 717

The situation at the basketball court became even more intense.

The two of them seemed to have just entered the real intense phase of their fight.

Previously, they were just warming up.

The sound of the punches scared Zendaya so much that she almost dropped the melon in her hand.

"Gosh! Uncle Charles and Uncle Nico are both bleeding! So scary!"

Benedict calmly remarked, "The blood on Uncle Nico's body is mostly Charles' blood. There is no way Charles can win against Uncle Nico."

When he saw Zendaya's face turn pale, he covered her eyes for her.

"Stop watching. You're a kid, and you're going to have a nightmare if you see something so gory."

"Ugh... You're also a kid! Why aren't you scared?"

Benedict raised his chin, looking proud. "Because, I am your older brother, and I'm a man."

Zendaya pursed her lips in dissatisfaction. "Then I'm not scared too. Although it is very intense and scary, I still want to see who wins! I won't go anywhere and will sit here to watch the fight!"

She stopped eating the melon and watched the fight between Charles and Nico attentively.

Before the outcome of the bet could be decided, Gwendolyn and Cedrick arrived at the basketball court.

"Mommy! Daddy!" Zendaya ran over and clung to them. "How did you know we were here?"

Gwendolyn replied, "We went to Benny's ward but didn't see anyone there. We then asked Joshua and found out that you guys came here. So, here we are."

"Oh. Let's watch the fight together. I have some melon here too!"

Cedrick bent down to carry Zendaya with one hand, but his gaze remained fixed on the two men in the middle of the basketball court.

"What's up with them? Why are they suddenly fighting?"

Zendaya answered, "Uncle Nico and Uncle Charles challenged each other. The loser will need to wear a dress out and have his pictures taken, as well as clean the lab's bathroom for a month. Benny also added an extra penalty for Uncle Charles if he loses, which is to be Uncle Nico's lackey for a month."

Gwendolyn and Cedrick were speechless.

These two are fully grown men in their thirties. Why are they still so childish?

Gwendolyn looked at the two men on the court. Charles had injuries all over his body. It was obvious that he was at a disadvantage against Nico, yet he was still so stubborn.

"They should know when to stop. Why are they still taking it so seriously?" Gwendolyn asked with a serious expression.

Benedict walked over and explained, saying, "Charles and Uncle Nico have already signed liability waivers. There's even a lawyer involved as a judge."

Gwendolyn knew her own child well. "Was this your idea?"

Benedict nodded calmly. "Yeah. Uncle Nico said that he and Charles had challenged each other many years ago, but they have both forgotten about it due to their busy schedules. Since they are free today, they are just going to do it."

Cedrick recalled and said, "Oh, yeah."

Cedrick recalled and said, "Oh, yeah."

Gwendolyn watched the intense fight, saying, "They could just see who's better and stop there. From the looks of it, it seems they are going to fight to the death?"

Cedrick followed her line of sight and noticed that she was looking at Charles, who was heavily injured. Cedrick then frowned as he felt a little jealous.

He then said in a bitter tone, "Gwenny, are you worried about Charles?"

"What did you say?" Gwendolyn gave him a confused glare.

Cedrick's face was gloomy, but he relented under his wife's stare. "Well, it does seem a little too much. I'll ask them to stop and we'll determine the victor based on the severity of their injuries." However, Benedict stopped him.

"Daddy, you can't intervene. This is a matter between the two of them. Since they have made the life-or-death bet, then they should bear the consequences. You shouldn't be the judge of this."

Cedrick remained silent.

It was normal for men to fight.

In addition to that, they made a bet. Even if Charles were heavily injured or broke a leg, it would still be considered normal.

However, Gwendolyn didn't feel the same way.

She crouched down to be at the same level as Benedict and grabbed his thin shoulders, asking in a gentle tone, "Was signing the liability waivers your idea? Do you really want Charles to die in this bet?" Benedict blinked and shook his head. "That would be boring. He can only pay me back the debt he owes me if he is alive."

Gwendolyn was stunned as she didn't expect him to say such things, but she didn't think too much of it.

Kids speak without restraint, so it's normal.

She gently rubbed her son's head and said in a serious tone, "I know Charles well, and he is not someone to surrender easily. Once he has decided to win, he would fight to his end. If this goes on, he might be in danger. Do you really want to see that?"

The jealous Cedrick frowned as he watched her educate her son while protecting Charles.

Thud!

In the middle of the basketball court, Charles had already collapsed many times.

There was blood at the corner of his lips. He might have even broken one of his ribs in this intense fight.

But in order to win and to complete Benedict's second condition, he gave it his best and struggled to get up from the ground.

Benedict watched uncomfortably.

Gwendolyn smiled slightly and caught her son's expression softening. "You will only get to see him in a cute pink dress if he is alive. Plus, you can also see the CEO of Newton Group be Uncle Nico's lackey. Wouldn't that be fun?"

This wes Benedict's originel intention es well.

He quickly took e few steps forwerd end shouted et Cherles, "Cherles, I heve chenged my mind I went you to lose. And judging from your injuries, you would heve elreedy lost if not for Uncle Nico showing you mercy!"

Cherles stopped struggling end just ley on the ground with his blue eyes stering et the sky. There wes e slight smile on his fece.

It wes e relieved smile.

From the edditionel penelty thet Benedict edded to his weger, he hed elreedy guessed thet Benedict didn't went him to win. The boy just wented to see Cherles give it his ell, even if it meent he wes going to be bettered end bruised in the process.

This dey wes the dey when Cherles suffered e beeting.

Benedict wes reelly es cruel es his fether.

With e relexed smile, Cherles coughed end seid, "I edmit defeet.”

Nico wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, unewere thet he wes just e tool there. He then welked forwerd end reeched out to Cherles.

Cherles glenced et him end reeched out to hold Nico's hend.

"Cen you stend properly?"

Cherles seid cesuelly, "Yeeh. I'm not deed."

"Why do you elweys heve to ect like e jerk? From tomorrow onwerd, you will be under me. Be respectful."

"Sure."

He wes helped to his feet by Nico before he steggered towerd the entrence of the besketbell court where Gwendolyn, Cedrick, end Zendeye were.

Zendeye got out of Cedrick's embrece end rushed towerd Cherles, showing concern with e lot of words like e little chetterbox.

Cedrick's fece turned even derker et this point.

Everyone wes helping Cherles, end thet mede him feel like he wes in e crisis.

When the two of them epproeched, Nico looked up end sew his boss' gloomy fece.

"Cedrick, whet's wrong?"

Cedrick glenced et him end seid coldly, "How cen the deputy director of the Federel Bureeu of Investigetion get so meny injuries from e fight with Cherles, someone who hesn't treined in yeers end is week? Sterting tomorrow, you will weer e dress end cleen the toilets for e month with him."

"Whet the hell?"

It wes es if he wes struck by lightning.

Why did he heve to suffer when he hed elreedy won the fight?

He felt helpless end seid in e bitter tone, "Cedrick, I feel wronged."

"So you don't went to do it?" Cedrick chuckled end edded, "Then come to my office tomorrow morning. I'll personelly give you en intense treining session, how ebout thet?"

Nico wes rendered speechless once egein.

He broke out in cold sweet end seid, "You don't heve to do something thet texing. I'd rether weer e dress end cleen the toilets."

This was Benedict's original intention as well.

He quickly took a few steps forward and shouted at Charles, "Charles, I have changed my mind I want you to lose. And judging from your injuries, you would have already lost if not for Uncle Nico showing you mercy!"

Charles stopped struggling and just lay on the ground with his blue eyes staring at the sky. There was a slight smile on his face.

It was a relieved smile.

From the additional penalty that Benedict added to his wager, he had already guessed that Benedict didn't want him to win. The boy just wanted to see Charles give it his all, even if it meant he was going to be battered and bruised in the process.

This day was the day when Charles suffered a beating.

Benedict was really as cruel as his father.

With a relaxed smile, Charles coughed and said, "I admit defeat."

Nico wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, unaware that he was just a tool there. He then walked forward and reached out to Charles.

Charles glanced at him and reached out to hold Nico's hand.

"Can you stand properly?"

Charles said casually, "Yeah. I'm not dead."

"Why do you always have to act like a jerk? From tomorrow onward, you will be under me. Be respectful."

"Sure."

He was helped to his feet by Nico before he staggered toward the entrance of the basketball court where Gwendolyn, Cedrick, and Zendaya were.

Zendaya got out of Cedrick's embrace and rushed toward Charles, showing concern with a lot of words like a little chatterbox.

Cedrick's face turned even darker at this point.

Everyone was helping Charles, and that made him feel like he was in a crisis.

When the two of them approached, Nico looked up and saw his boss' gloomy face.

"Cedrick, what's wrong?"

Cedrick glanced at him and said coldly, "How can the deputy director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation get so many injuries from a fight with Charles, someone who hasn't trained in years and is weak? Starting tomorrow, you will wear a dress and clean the toilets for a month with him."

"What the hell?"

It was as if he was struck by lightning.

Why did he have to suffer when he had already won the fight?

He felt helpless and said in a bitter tone, "Cedrick, I feel wronged."

"So you don't want to do it?" Cedrick chuckled and added, "Then come to my office tomorrow morning. I'll personally give you an intense training session, how about that?"

Nico was rendered speechless once again.

He broke out in cold sweat and said, "You don't have to do something that taxing. I'd rather wear a dress and clean the toilets."