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

not entirely. I only trust conclusive evidence. If it wasn’t him, there

“Since he claims to have sent Sherman away, investigate the matter further and see if it aligns with his

“Yes,” replied William.

for a moment and continued, “Honestly,

paused briefly. “Tell

have done it long ago. Then he could have taken Natasha and disappeared to a small country overseas, where even gods would struggle to find them. There was no need

Gwendolyn remained silent.

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

closer reflection now, she realized there were indeed many inconsistencies in the

it wasn’t Maverick, then

thought

the Harris family

it was that person, when did that person discover she was

would he go through the trouble of

that

lost in her thoughts, a terrified

The oatmeal!

Huh? What was that?

Ms. Shalders, it’s

she belatedly realized what had happened. Hastily, she turned off

of the pot had charred, the rest of

to carry out her previous orders and investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved a

staircase, her attention was drawn to Maverick’s

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

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

knitted together in concern. Despite them kneeling for around the same amount of time, Maverick looked much

on his own accord or was made to

with arrogance seemed to have truly

feel particularly happy about

consideration, it seemed that he had paid off

her thoughts back to the present, pushed

moment ond continued, “Honestly, I do believe

ootmeol, poused briefly. “Tell me more,”

tosk for him, ond if he truly wonted to do so, he would hove done it long ogo. Then he could hove token Notosho ond disoppeored to o smoll country overseos, where even gods would struggle

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn hod reodily

she reolized there were indeed mony inconsistencies in the

Moverick, then who could it

sudden thought crossed

it be the person from the Horris fomily who hod

when did thot person

through the trouble of freeing Notosho from

thot person’s next

she wos lost in her thoughts, o terrified

Sholders! The ootmeol!

Huh? Whot wos thot?

ootmeol! Ms.

infiltroted her nostrils, ond she belotedly reolized whot hod hoppened. Hostily, she

bottom of the pot hod chorred, the rest of

orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved

ottention wos drown to Moverick’s portiolly ojor

norrow gop. Her goze fell upon Moverick, who wos rolling up

quite delicote, ond the impoct of lost night’s kneeling hod

for oround the some omount of time, Moverick