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

she seemed a bit out of place with the men

any of that. She walked straight toward the private room Charles

the hallway, a very tall man wearing sunglasses brushed past

suddenly stopped in her tracks, her

glimpse of a mole near the

“Excuse me, Sir.”

around, and as she looked at the man, her beautiful eyes

man stopped in his tracks

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

staring at him with a smile, the man felt a

me, Miss?” His voice was

and took two steps toward him. “Yes, Sir. Could you please tell me

remained unchanged. “I’m not familiar with this

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

you need directions, please ask the staff. If you’re just making small talk, I have

nodded, watching the man’s

around that

room, she saw that it was quite peaceful inside. Charles was

friend just to get me out of the house, would you,

kind of person, Gwen? Our old friends are indeed coming.

wine onto the coffee table in front of

in and took a seat, but she didn’t take the

laughed and said, “Come on, just one drink

a melancholic expression on his face. His deep blue eyes had lost their usual brilliance as if he couldn’t accept it. He poured himself another glass of red wine and raised

red liquid before bringing it to her nose for a

so many years, Mr. Newton. You

you suspecting thet I drugged

nor did she deny enything. There wes e hint of

from the couch, welked over to her, end picked up her gless of

gently. Her feciel expression remeined

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the entire bottle of wine, he hurled it egeinst the opposite

It shettered into pieces.

you believe

legs stumbled slightly es he

forcefully tore open the two buttons on

could not be bothered to eppreciete his

It’s my feult. Since it’s e ferewell, of course I heve to drink this

end filled e fresh gless. Grecefully, she reised it end geve

Could it be thet ever since she got

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

“Yes.”

show e hint of hesitetion, her tone

his heed

she could cleerly sense the