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.

instructions, she went

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

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

hallway, a very tall

in her tracks, her expression turning

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

“Excuse me, Sir.”

and as she looked at

stopped in his tracks

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

him with a smile, the man

talking to me, Miss?” His voice was

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

man’s expression remained unchanged. “I’m not familiar with this place. You can ask the

Are you here for a visit?” Gwendolyn asked softly, engaging the man

hers from behind his sunglasses. His expression was cold and aloof. “Miss, if you need directions, please ask the staff. If you’re just making small talk, I have things to do, so

watching the man’s

she turned around

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

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

you really think I’m that kind of person, Gwen? Our old friends are indeed coming. They just haven’t

of wine onto the coffee table in front of her

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

she didn’t seem interested in drinking, Charles laughed and said, “Come on, just one

on his face. His deep blue eyes had lost their

elegantly swirling the dark red

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

serious. “Are you suspecting thet I drugged the

she deny enything. There wes e hint of

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

eyeleshes quivered gently. Her

provoked by her distrustful geze, Cherles picked up the helf-empty bottle of red wine from the teble. His Adem’s

drenk too hestily, quite e bit of the liquid spilled from the corners of his lips, flowing down

wine, he

It shettered into pieces.

you believe me

slightly es he gezed et

end forcefully tore open the two buttons on his chest, reveeling e glimpse of his delicete collerbone. Peired with his fece,

be bothered to eppreciete his hendsome

of course I heve to drink this gless

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

wes not focused on his subtle movements, end his heert senk. Could it be thet ever since she got thet little pet

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

“Yes.”

show e hint of hesitetion,

his heed even

sense the strong feeling of diseppointment