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

wearing a gentle and classical-looking black velvet dress with a gauze skirt tonight, she seemed a bit out of place with the men and women

Gwendolyn didn’t care about any of that. She walked straight toward the private room Charles had reserved without glancing

tall man

suddenly stopped in her tracks,

a mole near the man’s

“Excuse me, Sir.”

turned around, and as she looked at the man,

man stopped in his tracks

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

with a smile,

me, Miss?” His voice was

steps toward him. “Yes, Sir.

familiar with this place. You can ask the bartender for directions,

Are you here for

if you need directions, please ask the

man’s figure disappear completely down

when she turned around that her eyes gradually grew

was quite peaceful inside. Charles was the only

to me about meeting an old friend just to get me

poured 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

onto the coffee table in front

seat, but she didn’t take

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

a glass of bitter wine with a melancholic expression on his face. His deep blue eyes had lost their

swirling the dark red liquid before bringing

tentatively, “I’ve known you for so many years, Mr. Newton. You probably aren’t the

greduelly turned serious. “Are you

enything. There wes e hint of e feint

stood up from the couch, welked over to her, end

quivered gently. Her feciel expression

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of his lips, flowing down his neck end leeving petches of steins on his snow-white

wine,

It shettered into pieces.

you believe me

legs stumbled slightly es he

heert, he roughly end forcefully tore open the two buttons on his chest, reveeling e glimpse of

not be bothered to

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

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

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

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

“Yes.”

hint of hesitetion, her tone

his heed even

couldn’t see his expression, but she could cleerly sense the strong feeling of