The Ex and Her Riches

Gwendolyn’s expression gradually hardened as she stared at him in disbelief.

With her tone a little melancholic, she said, “You don’t trust me?”

Charles chuckled. “Silly girl, I was just joking with you. Of course, I trust you. But was this wine prepared by you or Maverick? I don’t trust him.”

Gwendolyn showed him her empty red wine glass in her hand.

“I’ve already had a glass. So if the wine was tampered with, I should be the first to go down.”

Charles remained silent, gently swirling the red wine in his glass without taking a sip.

Gwendolyn was getting a bit upset. She pouted and glanced at the full bottle of red wine next to her. “Do you want me to do the same as you did last time? Should I finish the whole bottle of wine for you to believe me?”

Charles remained silent.

In a fit of defiance, Gwendolyn reached out to grab the entire bottle of red wine on the table.

Charles stopped her. “I believe you. Even if this bottle contains poison, I would still drink it because you are like a beautiful poison to me and have intoxicated me for a long time.”

He smiled dotingly. Finally, tilting his head back, he drank the glass of wine.

In the garden, Charles’ two confidants stood by the entrance, resembling a pair of statues.

Elven took the initiative to approach the two of them.

“Hey, it’s getting late. Have you two had dinner yet? We’ve secretly grilled some barbecue in the backyard. Do you want to come over and give it a try?”

Both confidants had cold expressions as they firmly rejected the invitation.

“No need.”

Elven was very patient. “Don’t be afraid. Ms. Shalders has always been very friendly. With her around, Mr. Newton won’t get angry. Besides, it’s already dinner time. Given the relationship between Mr. Newton and Ms. Shalders, we’ll all eventually become like family, so consider this an early opportunity to get acquainted.”

This time, both hesitated briefly before saying, “No need.”

They were stubborn. Elven was starting to wonder how he should continue to persuade them without being too eager, as it would raise their suspicions.

two grilled pork belly skewers and handed them to

delicious. Give them a try! Ms. Shalders said she and Mr. Newton was going to drink to their hearts’ desire. So,

“All right then.”

and ate one right in front of

could resist the allure of grilled pork belly. They just

and reached the nostrils of the two. They stared at the meat in Elven’s hand, swallowing their saliva and feeling slightly

Who knows how long you two will be hungry? We have both beer and wine in the backyard. Let’s have a few drinks. I’m sure

exchanged glances. Ultimately, they could not resist the temptation of the grilled skewers.

a little after ten o’clock at

were chatting happily. Charles’ handsome face flushed red, and his usually deep, azure eyes seemed somewhat

of heart. In this world, no man is more deserving of you than me. We

smiled, not

and comfort you when you needed me the most. Instead, I went to the Central Intelligence Agency to chase fame and fortune. I’ve

smile on Gwendolyn’s face gradually

and talking nonsense. It’s

wanted to continue explaining, but Gwendolyn called Justin over

been drinking in the backyard, they couldn’t drive. Justin was the only bodyguard who had only

took the responsibility of driving Charles

the military vehicle had completely disappeared from Bay Villa,

fixed straight ahead. Her expression was cold

called

to reality. “Were the

I secretly added the drugs to their drinks. It should take effect

us a chance to assess Maverick’s

the empty bottle of red wine with a faint glimmer in

was rather late at night, there was very little

car’s air conditioning to a very comfortable temperature. Having had a few drinks, Charles’

maintain a relatively clear

with his eyes fixed straight ahead, suddenly, an

It was Charles.

to my

loud, and since the two confidants had a strong sense of alertness,

them looked out the window and discovered that

inside the car suddenly

a wrong turn? I’m sorry, Mr. Newton. You were all asleep so I didn’t want to wake

expression remained

“Oh, okay!”

speeding, and Justin did not slow down. Instead, he slammed on the accelerator and abruptly spun