The Ex and Her Riches

Evelyn’s expression froze at Treyton’s words.

A while later, she lowered her head unwillingly and mumbled, “Okay.”

“Good girl! That’s the generosity befitting of the Harris family’s heiress,” Treyton praised and stroked her hair.

The moment was short-lived. He turned away quickly and declared, “Change back into your clothes. You probably have to come by another day when your face is better.”

In the meantime, Gwendolyn left the commercial district.

She opened her purse once she was inside her car and took out a small note.

It had been stuffed into her hand by Treyton earlier.

The note simply read: Give me some time.

Gwendolyn frowned in incomprehension as her gaze traveled over Treyton’s familiar scrawl.

Why does he need more time? Did he find out about something and is looking into it?

Her phone suddenly rang with an incoming call from Cedrick, interjecting her thoughts.

When the line connected, Cedrick grumbled, “Why didn’t you wake me up before you left?”

Gwendolyn replied cajolingly, “I’m already done with my errands, so I’ll be back ASAP. I couldn’t bear to wake you up since you were sleeping so soundly.”

Cedrick’s harrumph was muffled by the blankets. He asked, “What did you go out to do? Are you hurt?”

Her chest swelled with satisfaction as she boasted, “Well, I slapped a pretentious b*tch several times, so I’m feeling great!”

“You hit someone?” Cedrick’s tone turned anxious as he added, “Does your hand hurt? I’ll massage it for you when you’re home.”

Gwendolyn chuckled, moved and amused by his concern. “I’m not that fragile. In fact, I’m still on cloud nine!”

They chatted for almost fifteen minutes before ending the call, and Gwendolyn steered the car toward Harrick Villa.

when she arrived, though he was still dressed in his billowing

the front door and gently pulled her into a hug when she walked in, inhaling her comforting

crook between Gwendolyn’s neck and shoulder, acting cute

whined, “I was so upset when I woke up this morning and realized your side of the

stroked his hair and quietly

front door of Harrick Villa was ajar, granting him a full

was so rare and sweet that Nico could

no time to dwell on their loving display. Nico had visited on official

reluctance, he coughed loudly to announce his arrival, bringing the lovers’ reunion to an

Gwendolyn immediately jumped apart upon recognizing Nico’s

“The investigation results are out. Something is indeed off about

Cedrick’s expressions

to a nearby couch. Then, they pored over

old, and the woman had been secretly brought overseas

and Marcus’ paternity test the exact day after his mother’s departure. The

a private jet abroad, and his whereabouts

of his assets had been transferred abroad as well. It seemed he planned

the report. “Both paternity tests were personally done by Alban, but Nico couldn’t have watched him twenty-four-seven. Tampering with a few data points is child’s play for someone

was sent overseas, someone must’ve threatened him. We can’t

test? I can get it done at a hospital outside of town to make sure

some thought, Gwendolyn nodded

have Pierre sent to the secret interrogation room. It’ll make things easier when we decide on a new date for the paternity

“Sure.”

for the garden. He took out his phone and called Mr. Dalberg, the prison warden at

the room, Cedrick hugged Gwendolyn and comforted her, “We should finally see a conclusion after

“Mm-hmm.”

emotions swelled in Gwendolyn’s chest as she recalled Treyton’s note

them is a member of the Harris family. I can exclude Treyton as

The conclusion dispirited Gwendolyn.

Nico rushed into the room, looking

Mr. Dalberg said Pierre suddenly foamed at the mouth at midnight two days ago and experienced a seizure. They sent him to

was short-lived. His expression darkened, and he asked, “How could this happen? Did someone

and realized he had a history of seizures. He had been in seizure remission for years after entering prison. No one knows why he suddenly relapsed, and because it happened at midnight, the prison guards did not

living room plunged into

to break the silence. “We can still do a