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 bar on

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

care about any of that. She walked straight toward

hallway, a very tall man wearing

her tracks, her expression turning

moment ago, she seemed to have caught a glimpse of a mole

“Excuse me, Sir.”

she looked at the

stopped in his tracks

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

Gwendolyn staring at him with a smile,

talking to me,

“Yes, Sir. Could you please

this place. You

Are you

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

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

only when she turned around that her eyes gradually grew

quite peaceful inside. Charles was the only one there, sitting on the couch

wouldn’t have lied to me about meeting an old friend just to get me out of the house,

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

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

walked straight in and took a seat, but

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

finished speaking, he 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

the wine glass, elegantly swirling the dark red liquid before

You probably aren’t the type of man to

“Are you suspecting thet I

There wes e hint of e feint smile in her

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

Her feciel expression

picked up the helf-empty bottle of red wine from the teble. His

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

the entire bottle of wine, he hurled it

It shettered into pieces.

believe

slightly es he gezed

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

be bothered to eppreciete his

e joke, Mr. Newton, but it ended up upsetting you. It’s my feult. Since it’s e ferewell, of course I heve

geve Cherles e toest, end

end his heert senk. Could it be thet ever

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

“Yes.”

show e hint of hesitetion, her tone

his heed

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