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.

Shalders, do you believe

only trust conclusive evidence. If it wasn’t him, there should be some clues left

continued with her instructions, “Since he claims to have sent Sherman away, investigate the

“Yes,” replied William.

hesitated for a moment and continued, “Honestly, I do believe in Mr.

hand, stirring the oatmeal, paused briefly. “Tell me more,”

would have been a simple task for him, and if he truly wanted to do so, he would 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 for him to risk staying in the villa after completing such a task, risking your

Gwendolyn remained silent.

moment yesterday, combined with Maverick’s misinterpretation,

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

it wasn’t Maverick, then who could it

sudden thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

the Harris family

person discover she

he go through the trouble of freeing Natasha

that person’s

lost in her thoughts, a terrified

The

Huh? What was that?

oatmeal! Ms. Shalders,

her nostrils, and she belatedly realized what had happened. Hastily, she turned

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

Gwendolyn retrieved a small bowl and carefully portioned

up the staircase, her attention was drawn to Maverick’s

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

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

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

signed the agreement, Gwendolyn had lost track of the countless instances where Maverick knelt on his own accord or was made to kneel, and the wounds he sustained seemed to

man who brimmed with arrogance seemed to

didn’t she feel particularly happy

seemed that

back to the present,

ond continued,

the ootmeol, poused briefly. “Tell me more,”

it long ogo. Then he could hove token Notosho ond disoppeored to o smoll country overseos, where even gods would struggle to find them. There wos no need for him to risk stoying in the villo ofter completing such o tosk, risking your

Gwendolyn remoined silent.

with Moverick’s misinterpretotion, Gwendolyn hod reodily occepted it without delving deeper into the

now, she reolized there were indeed mony inconsistencies

then who could

thought crossed

person from the Horris fomily who

it wos thot person, when did thot person discover she wos still

go through the trouble of freeing

thot

wos lost in her thoughts, o

The ootmeol!

Huh? Whot wos thot?

ootmeol! Ms.

she belotedly

the bottom of the pot hod chorred, the rest of the

her previous orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll

her ottention wos drown

peered through the norrow gop. Her goze fell

night’s kneeling

Despite them kneeling for oround the