The Ex and Her Riches

Gwendolyn turned around, her eyes filled with a mixture of anger and hatred as she glared back.

It was then she noticed that the person who was stopping her was none other than Charles.

Charles narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression serious. “Gwen, you can’t take matters into your own hands. Since I’m here, you should hand over this matter to me. I’ll bring him back to Fairlake Police Station for questioning,” said the man in a measured tone.

“He wanted to throw sulfuric acid on my face, so I fought back. Is that not allowed?” Gwendolyn’s tone was cold as she attempted to pull her hand back.

Charles tightened his grip around her wrist, refusing to let go. His expression remained stern as he uttered, “He hurt someone, so he deserves punishment. But if you hurt him too, you’re no different from him. Don’t forget that we’re at a bar. Even if you clear out the customers, there are still staff watching. They’re all witnesses.”

She paused for a moment, the corners of her mouth forming a sneer. “But I’ve already made a move. What are you going to do about it?”

Charles was silent for a long time before saying, “I can pretend I didn’t see anything and help you clean up the mess, but you can’t hit him anymore. Maverick is just your housekeeper and your pet now. There’s no need for you to get yourself into trouble because of him.”

His words left Gwendolyn greatly shocked. “If Maverick hadn’t shielded me, it would be my face that’s injured now. How could you still say something like that?”

The man was at a loss for words.

Gwendolyn forcefully shook off his hand, her cold eyes staring at him in disbelief. “Charles, you’ve become so unfamiliar to me now.”

Charles’ pupils quivered slightly, and his deep blue irises vaguely showed hurt. Silently, he took a step back, no longer trying to stop her actions.

With nothing stepping in her way, Gwendolyn smirked coldly and crouched down in front of the man again. “Come on, let’s continue.”

“No… don’t…”

Ignoring his pleas for mercy, Gwendolyn once again aimed at the back of his left hand, raising the wine bottle high.

“Stop it!” Just as the blow was about to land, a voice sounded from the doorway, instantly stopping Gwendolyn.

The commander of the Public Security Division, Matthew, had rushed to the scene with a team of police officers.

“Mr. Newton, you’re here too.” Matthew burst in and saw Charles first, so he greeted the latter. After noticing Charles’ lack of expression, he then stepped forward and snatched the wine bottle from Gwendolyn’s hand.

Upon seeing the terrible state of the man on the ground, he let out a soft hiss. She’s really a ruthless woman.

Matthew carefully observed Charles next to him, noticing the man’s unpleasant expression and lack of intention to chime in, before saying, “Ms. Shalders, we received a report that someone was causing trouble at the bar. We’d appreciate it if you could come with us.”

was soft and gentle. “He splashed sulfuric acid on me and hurt my people. I’m just seeking

face, which was a bloody mess from being slashed by the broken wine bottle. He unconsciously swallowed his

of the exact situation, we must

her beautiful eyes at him. “Investigation and questioning are fine by me,

handcuffs on her while replying, “We’re uncertain about that. It depends on whether or

other police officers also stepped forward, placing

Charles. “Charles, they’re taking Gwendolyn away! You can’t just stand by

fixated on Gwendolyn’s retreating

in vain, Jasmine wanted to step forward and stop them, but she was blocked by Charles’ men. In the end,

drained of his stamina, fainted for several hours before finally waking up in a groggy

on his back had already been bandaged and treated. The doctor, seeing his great physique yet such frail body, felt deeply distressed.

night. Elven and

the room, Maverick could not

called out of subconscious panic and woke

bar. I guess she must have finished by now and gone back to

deep voice trembled a bit.

and me to

dimmed, and a burning pain gripped

than having sulfuric acid

him, “Don’t worry, Mr. Wright. It’s quite late, and Ms. Shalders must be

thin lips pressed into a straight line, not saying a word. He turned over and closed his eyes,

did not come

was a sleepless night for

considering it was too late at night for an official investigation, Gwendolyn had no choice but to spend the night at the

later did Matthew realize Gwendolyn’s true identity from Charles, and

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she pondered, she unknowingly drifted off to