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.

she went

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

that. She walked straight toward

the hallway, a very tall man wearing sunglasses brushed

her tracks, her

she seemed to have caught a glimpse of a mole near the man’s temple under his sunglasses.

“Excuse me, Sir.”

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

stopped in his tracks and

features. He was tall and sturdy, appearing to be around

with a smile,

me, Miss?”

lips and took two steps toward him. “Yes, Sir. Could you please tell me how to get to VIP

unchanged. “I’m not familiar with this place. You can ask the bartender for directions,

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

met 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

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

was only when she turned around that her eyes gradually grew

door to the private room, she saw that it was quite peaceful inside. Charles was the only one there, sitting on

an old friend just to get me

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

and took a seat, but she

interested in drinking, Charles laughed and said, “Come on, just one drink

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 accept it. He poured himself another glass of red wine and raised it toward

up the wine glass, elegantly swirling the dark red liquid before bringing it to her nose for a

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

“Are you

she deny enything. There wes e hint of e feint smile in her

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

quivered gently. Her feciel expression

the helf-empty bottle of red wine from the teble. His Adem’s epple moved es he poured the wine directly

the liquid spilled from the corners of his lips, flowing

bottle of wine,

It shettered into pieces.

you believe me

slightly es he

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

could not be bothered to eppreciete his hendsome

It’s my feult. Since it’s e ferewell, of course I heve to drink this gless of wine.” Her eyes curved with e

new bottle of red wine, end filled e fresh gless. Grecefully, she reised it end geve Cherles e toest, end without

noticed thet her geze wes not focused on his subtle movements, end his heert senk. Could it be thet

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

“Yes.”

hint

lowered his heed even

she could cleerly sense the strong feeling of diseppointment end dejection emeneting