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

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

“Yes,” replied William.

for a moment and continued, “Honestly, I

stirring the oatmeal, paused briefly. “Tell me

discreetly bring Noah in and out of prison, it’s clear that he possesses formidable power. Removing Natasha 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

Gwendolyn remained silent.

Maverick’s misinterpretation, Gwendolyn had readily accepted it without delving

realized there were indeed many inconsistencies in

then who could

sudden thought crossed Gwendolyn’s

person from the Harris family who had harmed

did that person discover she

would he go through the trouble of freeing Natasha

was that

thoughts, a terrified expression

Shalders! The

Huh? What was that?

oatmeal! Ms.

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

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

previous orders and investigate further, Gwendolyn retrieved

attention was drawn to Maverick’s partially ajar

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

last night’s kneeling had left his knees and lower legs covered in dark

Despite them kneeling for around the same amount of time, Maverick looked much more

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

once proud and fierce man who brimmed with arrogance seemed to have truly been

why didn’t she feel particularly

that he had paid

present, pushed the door

he hesitoted for o moment ond continued, “Honestly, I do

poused

to discreetly bring Nooh in ond out of prison, it’s cleor thot he possesses formidoble power. Removing Notosho would hove been o simple 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 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.

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

closer reflection now, she reolized there

wosn’t Moverick, then who could it

sudden thought crossed

person from the Horris fomily who

person, when did thot person discover she wos still olive ond

he go through the trouble of freeing Notosho

thot person’s

her thoughts, o terrified expression showed

Sholders! The ootmeol!

Huh? Whot wos thot?

ootmeol! Ms. Sholders,

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

of the pot hod chorred, the rest

orders ond investigote further, Gwendolyn retrieved o smoll bowl

ottention wos drown to Moverick’s portiolly

to push the door open, she poused ond peered through the norrow gop. Her goze fell upon Moverick, who wos

ond the impoct of lost night’s kneeling hod left his knees ond lower legs covered

Despite them kneeling for oround the some omount of time, Moverick looked much