The Ex and Her Riches

When the young woman heard Gwendolyn’s voice, she turned to look at her with a gentle smile on her breathtakingly beautiful face.

“It has been a while since we last met, Ms. Harris. It’s New Year’s Eve today. Are you and Mr. Jenson doing well?” she said.

“Of course. Ms. Evelyn, don’t you have anywhere to go during the holidays? Why are you not celebrating the occasion with your family? Who allowed you to come up to Mount Tranquil?” Gwendolyn replied.

“The guard at the foot of the mountain allowed me to come up. Please don’t misunderstand my intentions, Ms. Harris. My endorsement contract with Jenson Group’s Rossi Project is coming to an end, and I heard Mr. Jenson is here, so I came here in person to discuss the possibility of extending my contract with him.”

Gwendolyn narrowed her eyes in disbelief. “Ms. Evelyn, as a highly acclaimed actress who has received the Best Actress award several years in a row, you’re undoubtedly an A-lister. Why do you find it necessary to engage in business negotiations personally? Are your manager and company useless?”

“It isn’t easy to sign an endorsement contract with Jenson Group, after all. I’m afraid my manager and team cannot manage it. I don’t want to miss out on such a money-making opportunity, so naturally, I have to make the trip personally.”

Gwendolyn stared at her, refusing to buy her explanation.

If she came all the way to the Harris residence on Mount Tranquil just to talk to Cedrick, that means she’s quite well-informed, huh?

Evelyn’s eyes crinkled in a smile. Her gaze revealed a depth beyond her tender age of barely twenty, even though she was the same age as Summer.

Casting a sidelong glance at the villa, she asked, “Ms. Harris, you must be having a lively gathering with your family today. Do you mind inviting me inside?”

“It’s a family gathering, so I do mind.” Gwendolyn rejected her firmly, doing away with formalities.

“All right. It seems that you hold a deep grudge against me, Ms. Harris.” Evelyn did not seem flustered by her outright rejection, as she was still all smiles.

Refusing to entertain her further, Gwendolyn said directly, “It’s getting dark; I’ll ask a bodyguard to escort you to the foot of the mountain. Cedrick is busy, so I’m afraid he won’t be discussing the contract with you anytime soon. Goodbye.”

Inside the villa, Asher was worried about Gwendolyn being outside for a long time. He came out in search of her, but his eyes narrowed when he spotted Evelyn.

“Why are you here?” he asked.

Hearing Asher’s question, Gwendolyn looked over her shoulder and cast him a look of bewilderment. “Do you know her?”

Evelyn did not respond, and Asher remained composed.

the television. Kiddo, you can’t stay in the cold for too long. Come on, let’s head in,”

cape, which he draped over

“Escort this young lady to the foot of

he led Gwendolyn back into the villa

before the gate for

she stared at Asher’s and Gwendolyn’s retreating

cold wind tousled her

line of sight did she finally spin

Gwendolyn kept an eye on Asher’s expression. She discovered he

seem to like Ms.

so I can’t comment on that,” Asher responded expressionlessly. “Rather than being concerned about that, why don’t you focus

had to admit that Evelyn was not as important as

hurried into the living room of

alcohol they had

front of Cedrick, all

hurried forward to observe the liquid in the shot glasses. It was transparent and seemed to

Kieran would not just ask Cedrick to consume three shots of

drink this? They look nice. Why don’t I try one for Cedrick?”

“No!”

“You can’t!”

out and got to their feet in

took her arm and

can’t meddle in this. Trust me; your brothers won’t go to extremes.

“But—”

Sienna patted Gwendolyn’s hands, comforting

made eye

the shot glass in the middle, which represented Asher, and raised it in a toast to

this is the last time I address you this way. I hope you’ll be my brother-in-law the next time we

a brow and fixed him with a hawk-like sharp

alcohol in

downed the contents of the shot glass in

scorched his mouth, making it difficult for him to

keep a composed expression as the scorching alcohol seared his throat, its fiery path piercing his stomach. He felt as if