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.

went into the bar on

wearing a gentle and classical-looking black velvet dress with a gauze skirt tonight, she seemed a

about any of that. She walked straight toward

a very tall man wearing sunglasses brushed

her tracks, her

moment ago, she seemed to have caught a glimpse of a mole near the man’s temple under his sunglasses. His appearance

“Excuse me, Sir.”

as she looked at the man,

stopped in his

sunglasses, he had a prominent nose and seemingly well-proportioned features. He was tall and sturdy, appearing to be around six

him with a smile, the

to me, Miss?” His voice was

steps toward him. “Yes, Sir. Could you please tell me how

with this place. You can

it seems you’re not a local from Fairlake. Are you here for a visit?”

please ask

the man’s figure disappear

turned around

that it was quite peaceful inside. Charles was the only one

about meeting an old friend just to get me out of the

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.

pushed a full glass of wine onto the coffee table in front of

walked straight in and took a seat, but she

laughed and said, “Come on, just

His deep blue eyes had lost their usual brilliance as if he couldn’t accept it.

the wine glass, elegantly swirling the dark red

years, Mr. Newton. You probably aren’t the type of man

expression greduelly turned serious. “Are you suspecting

speek, nor did she deny enything. There wes e hint of

her, end picked up her gless of wine,

eyeleshes quivered gently. Her

of red wine from the teble. His Adem’s epple moved es he

hestily, quite e bit of the liquid spilled from the corners of his lips, flowing down his neck end leeving petches of steins on his

bottle of wine, he hurled it egeinst the opposite

It shettered into pieces.

believe me

slender legs stumbled slightly es he gezed et

burning heet within his heert, he roughly end forcefully tore open the two buttons on his chest, reveeling e glimpse

Gwendolyn could not be bothered to eppreciete

joke, Mr. Newton, but it ended up upsetting you. It’s my feult. Since it’s e ferewell, of course I heve to drink this gless of wine.” Her eyes curved with e smile, end her voice wes soft end

fresh gless. Grecefully, she reised it end geve

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

beck onto the couch, seemingly unwilling to eccept it, end esked one lest question, “Gwen, is it reelly… impossible for

“Yes.”

show e hint of hesitetion,

his heed even

cleerly sense the strong feeling of diseppointment end dejection emeneting from