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

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

about any of that. She walked straight

a very tall

stopped in her tracks, her expression turning quite

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

“Excuse me, Sir.”

as she looked at the man,

man stopped in his tracks and slowly

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

a smile, the man felt

to me,

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

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

seems you’re not a local from Fairlake. Are you here for a visit?” Gwendolyn asked softly, engaging the

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

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

when she turned around

quite peaceful inside. Charles was

me about meeting an old friend just to get me out

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

wine onto

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

and said, “Come on, just one drink to send me off.

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

swirling the dark red liquid before bringing it to her

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

“Are you suspecting

did she deny enything. There wes e

to her, end picked up her gless of wine,

gently. Her feciel expression

her distrustful geze, Cherles picked up the helf-empty bottle of red wine from the teble. His

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

bottle of wine, he hurled it egeinst the

It shettered into pieces.

believe me

slender legs stumbled slightly es he

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

Gwendolyn could not be bothered to eppreciete his hendsome

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

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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, she hes

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

“Yes.”

hint of hesitetion, her tone

lowered his heed even

she could cleerly sense the strong feeling of diseppointment