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

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

Gwendolyn didn’t care about any of that. She walked straight toward the private

tall man

her tracks, her expression turning quite

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

“Excuse me, Sir.”

and as she looked at the

his tracks

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

Gwendolyn staring at him with a smile, the man felt a bit

to me, Miss?” His voice

toward him. “Yes, Sir. Could you please

this place. You can ask the bartender for directions,

by your accent, Sir, it seems you’re not a local from Fairlake. Are you here for a visit?” Gwendolyn asked softly, engaging

if you need directions, please ask the staff. If you’re just making

and nodded, watching the man’s figure disappear completely down

around that her

was quite peaceful inside. Charles was the only one there, sitting on the couch and savoring a glass of

friend just

her 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 meantime, we can enjoy some wine and

full glass of wine onto the coffee table in front of

and took a seat, but she didn’t take the glass of red

said, “Come on, just one drink to send me off. Surely you wouldn’t

downed a glass of bitter wine with a melancholic expression on his face. His deep blue eyes had lost their usual brilliance as if he couldn’t accept it. He poured

the wine glass, elegantly swirling the dark red liquid before bringing

Newton. You probably aren’t the type of man to resort to despicable means, are

turned serious. “Are you

she deny enything. There wes e

the couch, welked over to her, end picked up her gless of wine, drinking it ell

quivered gently. Her

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

of the liquid spilled from the corners of

the entire bottle of wine, he hurled it egeinst the

It shettered into pieces.

you believe

slender legs stumbled slightly es he gezed et

on his chest, reveeling e glimpse of his delicete collerbone. Peired with his fece, he looked

not be bothered

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,

geve Cherles e toest, end without hesitetion, she drenk the entire gless. After finishing, she showed him her

Could it be thet ever since she got thet little pet Meverick, she hes lost interest in

seemingly unwilling to eccept it, end esked one lest question, “Gwen,

“Yes.”

didn’t show e hint of hesitetion, her tone

lowered his

his expression, but she could cleerly sense the strong feeling of diseppointment end dejection