The Ex and Her Riches

Ezra glanced at Justin beside him, feeling a bit worried. He said hesitantly, “Ms. Shalders…”

Gwendolyn waved her hand languidly. “You can leave now.”

No sooner had the two left than she then received a call from Treyton.

“Kiddo, Asher has checked carefully, and there isn’t a man with a similar appearance in the Harris family’s list of members.”

Gwendolyn pursed her lips, deep in thought.

Treyton continued, “It’s possible that your new recruit, Justin, is lying, or maybe this person is hiding something deep. In any case, you can’t fully trust him, and you need to be cautious when dealing with Justin.”

“All right, Treyton. Don’t worry. I know what to do.”

After hanging up the phone, she took out the notebook from her drawer and flipped to the page with the sketch of the person in black. She studied it carefully for a while before immersing herself back into her work.

It wasn’t until close to the end of the workday that she left with Justin to head to Realm Bar.

Justin was driving, while Gwendolyn sat in the back seat.

The atmosphere inside the car was serene, and every now and then, Justin would steal a glance at her through the rearview mirror.

Gwendolyn noticed his gaze.

“What do you want to say?”

Justin hesitated for a moment before saying, “Ms. Shalders, I was the one sent to kill you earlier. The people around you have always been suspicious of me. Why do you trust me? Aren’t you afraid that I might actually do something to you tonight, especially since you only have me to protect you?”

Gwendolyn smiled charmingly, her laughter enchanting and captivating.

“Since you’re already mine, of course, I’ll trust you completely. Besides, my own martial arts foundation isn’t bad either. I could probably take you on by myself.”

Justin also laughed.

She spoke candidly and refreshingly, which he quite liked.

The two of them were chatting quite harmoniously when Justin suddenly felt like teasing her, “What if I conspire with others and it’s not just me trying to kill you?”

Gwendolyn concealed the cold glint in her eyes and casually gazed out the window.

“Would you do that?”

Before Justin had a chance to respond, they arrived at Realm Bar.

Gwendolyn instructed him to hide in the shadows, and only come out when needed.

the instructions, she went into the

gauze skirt tonight, she seemed a bit out of place with the men and women in

any of that. She walked straight toward the private room Charles had reserved without

tall

stopped in her tracks, her expression turning quite

seemed to have caught a glimpse of a mole near

“Excuse me, Sir.”

as she looked

stopped in his tracks and

a prominent nose and seemingly well-proportioned features. He was tall and sturdy,

staring at him with a smile, the man felt a

you talking to me, Miss?” His voice

steps toward him. “Yes, Sir. Could you please tell me how to get to VIP Room

expression remained unchanged. “I’m not familiar with this

local from Fairlake. Are you here for a visit?”

was cold and aloof. “Miss, if you need directions, please ask the staff.

watching the man’s figure disappear completely

only when she turned around that her eyes gradually

door to the private room, she saw that it was quite peaceful inside. Charles was the only one there,

old friend just to get me

a glass of red wine with a wry look in his eyes. “Do you really think I’m that kind of person, Gwen? Our old friends are indeed coming. They just haven’t arrived yet. In the

wine onto the coffee

and took a seat, but she didn’t

drinking, Charles laughed and said, “Come on, just one drink to send me off. Surely you

his face. His deep blue eyes had lost their usual brilliance as if he couldn’t accept it. He poured himself another

up the wine glass, elegantly swirling the dark red liquid before bringing it to her nose

so many years, Mr. Newton. You probably aren’t the type of man to resort to despicable

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her, end picked up her gless of wine, drinking it

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up the helf-empty bottle of red wine from the teble. His Adem’s epple moved es he

from the corners of his lips, flowing down his neck end leeving petches of steins on his

of wine, he hurled it

It shettered into pieces.

believe

legs stumbled slightly

on his chest, reveeling e

not be bothered to eppreciete his hendsome

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subtle movements, end his heert senk. Could it be thet ever since she got thet little pet Meverick, she hes

slumped beck onto the couch, seemingly unwilling to eccept it, end esked one

“Yes.”

show e hint

lowered his heed even

cleerly sense the strong feeling of diseppointment end dejection emeneting