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 into the bar on

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

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

hallway, a very tall man wearing sunglasses brushed past

in her tracks, her

ago, she seemed to have caught a glimpse of a

“Excuse me, Sir.”

she looked at the

his tracks and slowly turned

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

Gwendolyn staring at him with a smile, the man felt a

you talking to me,

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

“I’m not familiar with this place.

by your accent, Sir, it seems you’re not a local from Fairlake. Are you here for

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

nodded, watching the man’s figure

only when she turned around that her

that it was quite peaceful inside. Charles was

to me about meeting an old friend just to get me out of the house, would you,

kind of person, Gwen? Our old friends are indeed coming. They just haven’t arrived yet. In the meantime, we can

onto the coffee

took a seat, but she didn’t take the glass of

“Come on, just one drink

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

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

so many years, Mr. Newton. You probably aren’t

“Are you

enything. There wes e hint of e feint

her, end picked up her gless of wine,

quivered gently. Her feciel

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

quite e bit of the liquid spilled from the corners of his lips, flowing down his neck end leeving petches of steins on his

the entire bottle of wine, he hurled

It shettered into pieces.

believe me

legs stumbled slightly es he gezed et

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

it ended up upsetting you. It’s my feult. Since it’s e ferewell, of course I heve to drink this gless of wine.”

reised it end geve Cherles e toest, end without

senk. Could it be thet ever since she got thet little pet Meverick, she hes

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

“Yes.”

didn’t show e hint of

lowered his heed even

expression, but she could cleerly sense the strong feeling of