The Ex and Her Riches

If it truly wasn’t him, then this matter wasn’t as simple as it seemed.

Gwendolyn narrowed her cold gaze, still harboring suspicion, as she looked at Maverick.

She pinched his cheeks with all her might.

His cheeks bulged like he had two buns in his mouth. His handsome eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and his bright eyes resembled the eyes of a distressed pet.

“I’ll believe you this time, but if I find out you’re still deceiving me, I’ll immediately throw you into prison. Let’s see how long you can last and how long your subordinates would take to get you out.”

She finished speaking and angrily retracted her hands.

Maverick slumped down on the floor, feeling completely drained.

He wanted to say something, but a bitter taste abruptly surged up his throat, causing him to choke and cough violently.

It felt as if his lungs were about to be coughed out.

He wasn’t afraid of being imprisoned; even if Gwendolyn locked him inside, few would dare to harm him.

However, he didn’t want Gwendolyn to continue misunderstanding him.

Cough! “I-I will go to hell if I lie.”

Gwendolyn turned her head and glanced down at him once again.

His face had turned pale from coughing, and he still ran a fever. The expression of pain on his face was evident when he frowned.

Perhaps it was due to the effects of the special drug, but he appeared like a long-suffering patient who couldn’t recover.

Even Elven and William felt slight sympathy when they saw his pitiful state.

Gwendolyn, however, remained expressionless. Her gaze was on him, and no one knew what was on her mind.

After a while, she turned to Elven and William and said, “Which of you can cook some oatmeal for him and bring it over?”

Elven and William exchanged glances, clearly perplexed.

“Ms. Shalders, you might as well ask me to start a fight. Cook oatmeal? I have no idea how…” Elven voiced his hesitation.

William chimed in, “I don’t know how either. Really!”

Gwendolyn was speechless.

Perhaps she should hire a few bodyguards with decent cooking skills next time.

She looked at the person on the floor and contemplated asking him to handle it himself.

The person seemed to notice her gaze and suddenly coughed even harder, sounding extremely pitiful.

Gwendolyn pursed her lips.

“Fine, help him back to bed, and I’ll take care of it myself.”

“All right!”

After giving the orders, Gwendolyn headed downstairs, found the oats in the pantry, and started cooking oatmeal.

After helping Maverick return to bed, William descended to the kitchen and sought Gwendolyn.

you believe Mr. Wright’s

do, but not entirely. I only trust conclusive evidence. If it wasn’t him, there should be some clues left

with her instructions, “Since he claims to have sent Sherman away, investigate the matter further and

“Yes,” replied William.

continued, “Honestly, I do believe in

oatmeal, paused briefly. “Tell me more,”

to do so, he would have done it long ago. Then he could have taken Natasha and disappeared to a small country overseas, where

Gwendolyn remained silent.

moment yesterday, combined with Maverick’s misinterpretation, Gwendolyn had readily accepted it without delving deeper into

there

Maverick, then who could

sudden thought crossed

from the Harris family

that person, when did that person discover she was still alive and in

the trouble of freeing Natasha

was that

lost in her thoughts,

The

Huh? What was that?

Ms. Shalders, it’s

she belatedly realized

pot had charred, the rest of the oatmeal was salvageable,

Gwendolyn retrieved a

going up the staircase, her attention was drawn

whether to push the door open, she paused and peered through the narrow gap. Her gaze fell upon Maverick, who was rolling up his

impact of last night’s kneeling had left his knees and lower

brows knitted together in concern. Despite them kneeling for around the same amount

of the countless instances where Maverick knelt on his own accord or was made to kneel, and the wounds

brimmed with arrogance seemed to have

she feel particularly happy about

consideration, it seemed that he

to the present, pushed the door open,

moment ond continued, “Honestly, I do believe

poused briefly. “Tell me

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Gwendolyn remoined silent.

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out her previous orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o

up the stoircose, her ottention

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night’s kneeling hod

together in concern. Despite them kneeling for oround