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.

over with two grilled pork belly

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

“All right then.”

one right in front of them,

people could resist the allure of grilled pork

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

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

the grilled skewers. The grilled meat in

little after

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

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

not

up to protect and comfort you when you needed me the most. Instead, I went to the Central Intelligence Agency to chase fame

smile on Gwendolyn’s

It’s getting late. You should

wanted to continue explaining, but Gwendolyn called Justin over to help him into the

Justin was the only bodyguard who had only eaten barbeque and did not consume

of driving Charles and the other two back

had completely disappeared from Bay Villa,

still sitting in the dining room, her eyes fixed straight ahead.

called

reality. “Were the

added the drugs to their drinks. It should take effect while

also give us a chance to assess

red wine with a faint glimmer

vehicle traveled along the highway. Since it was rather late

to a very comfortable temperature. Having had a few

relatively clear mind even though

fixed straight ahead, suddenly, an icy cold gun was pressed against the back of

It was Charles.

back to my place. Where are you trying

the two confidants had

discovered that Justin was taking them

inside the car suddenly became

asleep so I didn’t want to wake you up. I

cold expression remained unchanged. “Turn

“Oh, okay!”

slow down. Instead, he slammed on the accelerator and abruptly spun the steering wheel. The entire vehicle almost lost balance, nearly tipping