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.

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

with a fur-lined cape, which he draped over Gwendolyn before carefully wrapping an arm around

then commanded a bodyguard stationed at the gate, “Escort this young lady to

back into the villa without sparing another look

immediately, Evelyn stood before the gate

at Asher’s and Gwendolyn’s retreating figures

her hair, obscuring her

disappeared from her line of sight did she finally spin

expression. She discovered he looked grim after meeting Evelyn, but she could not tell what was on

you don’t seem to like Ms. Evelyn

“Rather than being concerned about that, why don’t you focus on Cedrick and his

admit that Evelyn was

over the matter and hurried into the living room of the

had already placed the alcohol they had meticulously prepared on the coffee

of Cedrick, all of

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

familiar enough with her brothers to know that Kieran would not just ask Cedrick to consume three

Why don’t I try one

“No!”

“You can’t!”

to their feet

glass, Sienna took her arm and led

concern for him, but you can’t meddle in this. Trust me; your brothers won’t go to extremes. He impregnated you accidentally,

“But—”

me.” Sienna patted Gwendolyn’s

he made eye contact

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

way. I hope you’ll

arched a brow and fixed him with

alcohol

contents of the shot glass in one

mouth, making it difficult for him to

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