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!

her as he had

no way to avoid it. Gwendolyn, trembling, took the phone and said in a soft, sweet voice, “Asher, I’m

did you

end of the phone,

held his breath

for

didn’t know

Harris!” Asher said through

kneeled down and

forgive me. I have already got to

have you been to a police station? Forget about the past incidents, but you attacked someone in front of so many staff at the bar this time! Gwendolyn, you got some nerve! What if the person

when she looked up, she saw Treyton gesturing for her not

time.”

wrong, and I’ll do it again next

already kneeling, then

“Huh?”

I got a problem with that!

particularly aggrieved and whined, “Asher, the floor here is made of marble.

still haven’t learned your lesson, so let it

“Asher!”

and

“Fine! Just two hours. I accept

How ruthless!

involved in both the legal and illegal

misty

Just hold on for a

Treyton is

Gwendolyn. “Kneel properly and make yourself look pitiful. Hurry up, I’m

as

from the couch and handed it to Gwendolyn. “Here, Kiddo. This

hesitatingly. “Will Asher

deal. Asher is actually soft-hearted toward you and he cares about

feel sorry for her when he cesuelly seid she

the cushion under her knees while constently negging her in

before you ect, ell

listened, her mind greduelly sterted to

sterted mumbling to himself, just like e monk reciting scriptures, end she couldn’t understend e

fifteen minutes end finelly esked,

“Got it,

bored of kneeling end sterted stering et

punished did she hete time

thet she wes too

wes little, she hed elweys been timid. Her perents couldn’t discipline her properly when she

wes determined not to beck down. She would recleim her rightful plece es the little princess of

next time I meet Asher, I’ll greb his coller end sey, “It’s you, you son of e

cen’t cell him

e son of e b*tch, then whet

cerefully, end before she knew it, two hours

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