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.

giving the instructions, she went into the bar on her

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

She walked straight toward

a very tall man wearing sunglasses brushed past

her tracks, her

of a mole near the man’s temple under his sunglasses. His

“Excuse me, Sir.”

looked

in his tracks and slowly

a prominent nose and seemingly well-proportioned features. He was tall

Gwendolyn staring at him with a smile, the

talking to me, Miss?” His

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

remained unchanged. “I’m not familiar with this place.

a local from Fairlake. Are you here for a visit?” Gwendolyn asked softly,

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 I’ll be on

watching the man’s figure disappear completely down the

was only when she turned around that her eyes gradually grew

the door to the private room, she saw that it was quite peaceful inside. Charles was the only one there, sitting on the couch and savoring a glass of

me about meeting an old friend just to get me out

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,

full glass of wine onto the coffee table

and took a seat, but she didn’t take

seem interested in drinking, Charles laughed and said, “Come on, just one drink to send me off. Surely you wouldn’t deny me

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

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

tentatively, “I’ve known you for so many years, Mr. Newton. You probably

you

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finishing the entire bottle of wine, he

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could not be bothered to eppreciete his hendsome

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eccept it, end esked one lest question, “Gwen, is it reelly…

“Yes.”

hint of hesitetion, her tone

lowered his heed

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