The Ex and Her Riches

Sitting next to Maverick’s grave, Gwendolyn laid her head on the tombstone as though she was leaning into his embrace.

“Sheralyn has become much more well-behaved during this period. I’ve let her join Wright Construction Group so she can start learning. While you gave me the company shares, I don’t have the energy to helm it anymore. Once she can handle the company matters alone, I’ll slowly step away. It’s been so boring without you flirting with me every day, Mavy. Recently, I’ve been dreaming about you. In those dreams, you tell me you aren’t dead yet, that you purposefully lied to me to see if I truly love you. If only that were true,” she muttered softly as tears streamed down her cheeks.Closing her eyes, she wrapped her arms around the tombstone as though she was hugging his waist and sleeping in his embrace.

Quinton and William were asked by Gwendolyn to wait at a gazebo fifty meters away from the cemetery. Therefore, they couldn’t see what was happening inside.

They had waited for an hour, but she still hadn’t left.

Unable to stifle his worry any longer, William bolted into the cemetery.

More than a dozen steps later, he was taken aback by the scene before him.

Gwendolyn was lying against the tombstone, looking as if she had fallen asleep.

As she didn’t have an umbrella, her head and body were covered in snow, making her look tragically beautiful instead of wretched.

William was aware of how Gwendolyn had always loved Maverick, even if she insisted otherwise.

Unfortunately, Maverick was dead, so it didn’t matter what she said anymore.

Nico was gone, too. Before he left, he bade the bodyguards goodbye, saying he likely wouldn’t return to Fairlake again.

Sighing, William reminisced about the time they spent together playing poker.

Upon pushing his thoughts aside, he trotted toward Gwendolyn with an umbrella and wiped the unmelted snowflakes on her body away. “It’s getting late, Ms. Harris. We should return home. Don’t you need to check up on Ms. Wright’s work progress later in the afternoon?”

Wordlessly, Gwendolyn opened her eyes and left the cemetery.

to Wright Construction Group, she saw

her fur coat as the heater in the office was turned

she had

and read through it carefully. Occasionally, she’d circle something on the paper with a red pen while cruelly judging Sheralyn’s work. “This is wrong. This sentence is too confusing and incoherent. I mentioned before these proposals must be written concisely and

more Sheralyn listened to Gwendolyn’s critique, the

her opened palms toward Gwendolyn. “I get it. I’ll be careful next time. Go ahead and

response, Gwendolyn stared at

gulped anxiously. When she heard Gwendolyn opening a drawer, her

However, it never did.

Gwendolyn had placed a chocolate

so instead of hitting you, I’ve decided to reward your

hear she wouldn’t be punished. As she peered at Gwendolyn, she found the latter less irritating. “Thank you, Gwendolyn! You’re the best! I’ll be sure to

you may

left with

educate Sheralyn, considering I’ve never raised a child before and am the youngest in my family. Although, that doesn’t mean I’ve never seen how others have done it. I think this is how Treyton guided me in the past. Not too strict, but not too lenient as well. Punish first, then reward. It’s best to strike

progress. She didn’t learn that

any mistakes. Contented, Gwendolyn suggested, “Well done. Next time, I’ll hand a project to you. Try

best, but…” A complicated expression

“But?”

dinner later tonight…” Sheralyn’s

was then Gwendolyn noticed how well-dressed Sheralyn was. With

her lip shyly, Sheralyn

kind of person is he? What is his family background? You

from a normal family, and he treats me well. In fact, he helped me a lot at work. Besides… he’s quite handsome. We’ve just started dating, though, so it’s difficult to tell how it’ll go.” Embarrassed, Sheralyn

leave. So, he helped her at work, huh? That suggests he’s an

her train of thought ended, she asked Yulia

dating was

from Shadow Bell to Wright Construction

summoned Ajax to her office in secret. “How