The Ex and Her Riches

Missing? Gwendolyn was puzzled.

She furrowed her brow. “How could someone who was in prison just disappear like that?”

William shook his head. “She disappeared during the half-hour activity time after dinner yesterday. It was as if she had evaporated from the face of the earth, leaving no trace behind.”

“No trace?” Gwendolyn chuckled and responded, “How could an adult just disappear into thin air? It’s impossible not to find any leads. We must investigate thoroughly! Who has visited her recently? How long did they stay? We need to examine every detail and not leave anything out!”

“Understood,” replied William.

“Hold on.” As William was about to leave, Gwendolyn called out to him. Looking very serious, she said, “Go and check all the recent records of Noah’s visits.”

“Do you suspect…” Before William could finish speaking, Gwendolyn’s gaze grew colder and colder.

I hope I’m just overthinking it.

That afternoon, the rain poured heavily.

As sunset approached, the rain not only didn’t stop, but it grew even heavier.

The heavy rain splattered against the windowpane, making it appear as if the once unblemished glass was now divided into a series of cracks.

The weather was terribly gloomy as if silently conveying something.

Gwendolyn stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing out at the rain with a blank expression while her mind raced with unknown thoughts.

William was busy the entire morning and afternoon, only returning to report to Gwendolyn as evening approached. “Ms. Shalders, I’ve thoroughly checked all the records and found that in the past month and a half, only one person has visited both Natasha and Noah separately.”

Gwendolyn’s face darkened. “Who?”

“It’s… Nico.” William handed her the documents respectfully and continued, “And not long ago, Noah disappeared from prison for an hour. It’s said that he accidentally wandered into the freezer and was locked in by the staff before they left, but…”

“But what?” Gwendolyn asked impatiently.

“When he was found, he was covered in blood and had numerous wounds. It seemed like he had been beaten with something like a horsewhip or a similar object… And apparently, Noah and Nico are both under Mr. Wright’s command,” William continued.

Gwendolyn furrowed her brows as she listened. “Why is this only being reported now?”

“It was thought to be just an accidental locking in the freezer at the time. Plus, he was only beaten up because he had a feud with one of the gang leaders in prison. Since he wasn’t actually missing, everyone thought it wasn’t a big issue.” William answered.

Where would the prison get whips like that? It’s obvious that he was taken out and then brought back! The meaning of this is self-evident, Gwendolyn thought.

She suddenly recalled the unusual behavior of Maverick when they returned to Bay Villa yesterday afternoon.

Gwendolyn couldn’t help but suspect that he was deliberately stalling her, and perhaps he was afraid that she would discover Natasha’s disappearance.

She checked the investigation form and found that Natasha had disappeared during that exact period.

was too much to

Villa, Maverick had a look of joy on

celebrating Natasha’s successful

time, but it turns out that it was all to divert my attention and save Natasha. All that talk about taking responsibility for one’s mistakes and facing the consequences was just a load of crap, except when it comes to protecting Natasha, huh? It’s unreasonable! The more Gwendolyn thought about it, the angrier she got, and she

loud clatter, the entire room was

he witnessed Gwendolyn’s outburst for the first time,

her eyes coldly. “Return

her anger, William took on the role of

down in torrents, creating a loud and distracting

relentlessly, Gwendolyn’s anger only

out of the car, but he saw that she had already gotten out on her own and

followed her. “Ms. Shalders! Let me hold the umbrella

in the kitchen when he suddenly

twenty minutes earlier than usual today. He was delighted

was greeted by the sight of Gwendolyn opening the door and

Gwendolyn dry herself. “Did you forget to bring an umbrella? Why did you walk in the rain? It’s getting colder these days, so be careful not to catch a cold. I’ll make you a bowl of soup

saying a word, Gwendolyn observed Maverick intently, her

care for me, his face shows no traces of embarrassment. The affection and love in his eyes are

clever tactic! His acting

progressively deteriorating, Maverick found

of coldness. “There are too many fallen leaves

out the window subconsciously. “But it’s raining

back inside once you’re done sweeping.” Ignoring Maverick’s words, Gwendolyn turned

was off with Gwendolyn’s mood that night. Perhaps she was dealing with some sort of

the backyard to get a broom, then

into the rain, he

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herself. “Did you forget to bring on umbrello? Why did you wolk in the roin? It’s getting colder these doys, so be coreful not to cotch

word, Gwendolyn observed Moverick intently, her lips

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clever toctic! His octing is impressive! Gwendolyn suppressed her onger ond

mood wos progressively deterioroting, Moverick found it peculior ond osked,

of coldness. “There ore too mony follen leoves outside in the

window subconsciously.

sweeping.” Ignoring Moverick’s