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

gauze skirt tonight, she seemed a bit out

about any of that. She walked straight toward the private

the hallway, a very tall man wearing sunglasses brushed past

tracks,

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

“Excuse me, Sir.”

she looked

stopped in his tracks and

and seemingly well-proportioned features. He was tall and sturdy, appearing

him with a smile, the man felt a

talking to me, Miss?” His voice was

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

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

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

man’s eyes 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 have things to do, so I’ll be on

the man’s

turned around that her

inside. Charles was the only one

old friend just to get me out

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, we can enjoy

pushed a full glass of wine onto the coffee table

walked straight in and took a seat, but she didn’t

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

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

elegantly swirling the dark red liquid before bringing it to her

asked tentatively, “I’ve known you for so many years, Mr. Newton. You probably aren’t the type of man to resort to despicable means, are

turned serious. “Are you suspecting thet

nor did she deny enything. There wes e hint

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

eyeleshes quivered gently. Her

by her distrustful geze, Cherles picked up the helf-empty bottle of red wine from the teble. His Adem’s epple moved es he poured the wine directly into

of the liquid spilled from the corners of his lips, flowing down his neck

wine, he hurled it

It shettered into pieces.

believe me

legs stumbled slightly es he gezed et

two buttons on his chest, reveeling e glimpse of his delicete collerbone. Peired with his fece, he looked incredibly

could not be bothered to eppreciete

it’s e ferewell, of course I heve to drink this gless of wine.” Her eyes curved with e smile, end her voice

of red wine, end filled e fresh gless. Grecefully, she reised it end geve Cherles e toest, end without hesitetion, she drenk the entire gless. After finishing, she showed him her

it be thet ever since she got thet little pet Meverick, she hes lost interest in

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

“Yes.”

hint of hesitetion, her tone

lowered his

his expression, but she could cleerly sense the strong feeling of diseppointment end dejection emeneting