The Ex and Her Riches

As much as Elven felt sympathy for her, he still had to drag her back to reality. “Please return to your senses, Ms. Harris. Mr. Wright is gone. His ashes are buried in Fairlake’s cemetery. You visited him countless times over the past six months. Don’t you remember?”

Gwendolyn froze while self-doubt settled on her countenance.

“Please stop torturing yourself, Ms. Harris. Mr. Wright’s never coming back, so just let it go. Your eyes were just playing tricks on you!” While speaking, he resisted the urge to sob.

He’s right. Why would someone who’s been dead for half a year show up here? I must’ve gone mad… Tears welled in Gwendolyn’s eyes as she clutched her heart. This hurts so much… I feel like I’m suffocating.

Affected by her sorrow, Elven teared up too. “You’re drunk, Ms. Harris. Let’s go. William and the others have booked hotel rooms for us. Let’s return early to rest.”

Gwendolyn slumped weakly like a deflated balloon after getting her hopes up for nothing.

After what happened, she was no longer in the mood to stay at the gathering. Thus, she took up Elven’s suggestion and returned to the hotel.

Just as they headed downstairs, Nico stepped out of another elevator and casually ambled into the VIP room furthest down the corridor.

Upon arriving at her hotel room, Gwendolyn entered the bathroom and turned the water flow setting to max.

The water was scalding, but she felt cold because her heart had gone numb.

She hoped the shower would help her pull herself together as her tears joined the hot water.

In her mind, she kept telling herself that Maverick had died for her and would never return.

Standing outside Gwendolyn’s room, William and Ezra were still wondering about the expression she had when she returned. “Wasn’t Ms. Harris’ mood still stable when she attended the gathering? Why did she look like that when she came back? What happened?”

sighed. “She got drunk and saw someone with a similar figure to Mr. Wright, which reminded her

in unison

when Gwendolyn woke

her terrible mood from yesterday

outskirts. Thus, the humongous Harris

in buildings located halfway up the mountain. Even so,

Harris family’s butler, was already waiting for her at the

vehicle and opened the door for her. “You’re finally back, Ms. Gwendolyn. Mr. Marcus missed

for your hard work,

Gwendolyn.” Then he turned and noticed the bodyguards

responded, “I’m only here to visit my father. I’m not staying.” Too many awful people are living here. I doubt I’ll be

at the door, she heard someone

Lorelai, wearing a limited-edition, skin-tight, yellow dress and delicate makeup. Every step she took was

like Gwendolyn’s sister than her stepmother, as she was thirty years

contact with her. Seconds later, she looked away

blocked Gwendolyn’s path. “You’re not even going to greet me? It seems like you’ve forgotten your manners in the years you weren’t around, Ms. Harris. I

“You really think you’re the lady of the house after staying here for a

Lorelai gritted her teeth.

tutted arrogantly. “Don’t you feel disgusted calling yourself my mother, even though you’re only three

next to Lorelai’s ear. “You should cherish your current wealthy life. After

exclaimed Lorelai furiously. Even though it has been years, she’s still as arrogant as before! I

her mind, calming

visit last night,

me to someone?

lifted her chin haughtily. “You should ask him

scowl, Gwendolyn bolted to the study

delighted to see