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.

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

with a fur-lined cape, which he draped over Gwendolyn

at the gate, “Escort

he led Gwendolyn back into the villa without

Evelyn stood before the

the duration, she stared at Asher’s and Gwendolyn’s retreating figures

wind tousled her hair, obscuring her icy

after their figures had completely disappeared from her line of sight did she finally spin on her heels, allowing the bodyguard to

back to the villa, Gwendolyn kept an eye on Asher’s expression. She discovered he looked grim after meeting Evelyn, but she could not tell what was

you don’t seem to like Ms. Evelyn

that,” Asher responded expressionlessly. “Rather than being concerned about that, why don’t you focus on Cedrick and

to admit that Evelyn was not as important as

hurried into

placed the alcohol they had

in front of Cedrick, all of which were

glasses. It

know that Kieran would not just

don’t I

“No!”

“You can’t!”

to their feet in agitation, trying to stop her in

could touch the shot glass, Sienna took her arm and led

me; your brothers won’t go to extremes. He impregnated you accidentally, and he did it before marrying you! Whatever happens

“But—”

will be fine. Trust me.” Sienna patted Gwendolyn’s hands,

coffee table as he made eye contact with Gwendolyn, signaling to her to

picked up the shot glass in the middle, which represented Asher, and

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

a brow and fixed

alcohol in the shot glass, his Adam’s apple

downed the contents of the shot glass in

alcohol scorched his mouth, making it difficult for him to

seared his throat, its fiery path piercing his stomach. He felt as