The Ex and Her Riches

Chapter 181

Charles was taken aback, his eyes serious as he said, “I’ve been busy dealing with the matters at the Central Intelligence Agency during the day, so I didn’t inquire about last night’s case. I really don’t know, but…”

He paused slightly, visibly embarrassed. He stared at Gwendolyn and went on, “Sorry, Gwen. I was upset with you last night, so I didn’t stop Matthew from taking you away, causing you to have suffered at the police station all night. But you must believe I would never change; I am always your Charles!”

He reached out and held Gwendolyn’s slender ones.

“Of course I believe in you.” Gwendolyn smiled and withdrew her hand. Then, she gracefully tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “By the way, my money has been with Lane Group for far too long. I’ve been longing to take it back. I need your help again with this matter.”

Without hesitation, Charles replied, “Sure. I will always be there to help you as long as you say the word.”

Gwendolyn’s eyes curved into a smile, exuding warmth and tenderness.

They chatted leisurely for a while and finished their meal at eight o’clock.

Gwendolyn declined Charles’ offer to accompany her, and she drove back to Bay Villa with Ezra and Justin.

As soon as she got into the back seat, the gentle smile on her face froze instantly as her face turned cold and stern.

The temperature inside the car plummeted.

Ezra and Justin noticed that she was in a bad mood, so they did not dare to speak at all.

Upon arriving at Bay Villa, Gwendolyn was surprised to see the living room with the lights on. After asking William, she found out that her third brother, Treyton, had come to visit.

She opened the door and walked in and caught sight of Treyton sitting on the couch with a weird expression on his face.

“Treyton, what’s wrong?”

Treyton blinked and pointed to the phone in his hand, whispering, “It’s Asher. He called you but you didn’t pick up, so he called me instead.”

Gwendolyn held her breath momentarily as she could hear her heart pounding rapidly.

Gwendolyn was not afraid of anything. She even dared to confront her father directly. However, there was only one person she was fearful of—her elder brother, Asher.

Taking in Treyton’s contorted face, she guessed that something terrible was up.

Gwendolyn felt her legs turn to jelly. She said aggrievedly, “Treyton, don’t call him. Let me catch my breath first.”

“Gwendolyn Shalders Harris.”

As soon as she finished speaking, a stern voice suddenly came through Treyton’s phone. It was Asher.

Damn it!

She was speechless.

So the phone was connected all along and even on speaker mode!

Asher was mad at her as he had called her

the phone and said in a soft, sweet

did you do

phone, Asher’s voice was cold and

silently beside her as he held his breath and dared not utter

for

told, she didn’t know either. “Whatever

Asher said through gritted

down and begged

Please forgive me. I have already

many times have you been to a police station? Forget about the past incidents,

she looked up, she saw Treyton gesturing for her not to add fuel

next time.” She softened her tone as

anything wrong, and I’ll do it again next

kneeling, then kneel

“Huh?”

problem with that! A

felt particularly aggrieved and whined, “Asher, the floor here is made of marble. My knees will swell

still haven’t learned your lesson, so let it

“Asher!”

word from you and it’ll be

“Fine! Just two

How ruthless!

both the legal and illegal

call ended. Her eyes were now misty with tears, and she looked at Treyton

Just hold on

there? Treyton is

phone camera and focused it on Gwendolyn. “Kneel properly and

did as

couch and handed it to Gwendolyn. “Here, Kiddo. This is soft. Put it under

it hesitatingly.

finds out, it’s not a big deal. Asher is actually soft-hearted toward you and he cares about you. I bet if I send him that photo, he’ll feel sorry for you right

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