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.

he was

was standing right behind the front door and gently pulled her into a hug when she walked

crook between Gwendolyn’s neck and shoulder,

upset when I woke up this morning and realized your

hair

returned from the garden. The front door of Harrick Villa was ajar, granting

rare and sweet that Nico could

their loving display. Nico

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

jumped apart upon recognizing Nico’s

investigation results are

Cedrick’s expressions

Gwendolyn to a nearby couch. Then,

mother who was over eighty years old, and the woman had been

departure. The next day, he also performed Gwendolyn and Pierre’s paternity test

private jet abroad, and his whereabouts have remained a mystery

his assets had been transferred abroad as well. It seemed

Alban, but Nico couldn’t have watched him twenty-four-seven. Tampering with a few data points is child’s play for someone as

his mother was sent overseas, someone must’ve threatened him. We

hospital outside

some thought, Gwendolyn nodded

“To be safe, have Pierre sent to the secret interrogation room. It’ll make things easier when we decide

“Sure.”

out his phone and called Mr. Dalberg, the prison warden

the room, Cedrick hugged Gwendolyn and comforted her, “We should finally see a conclusion after this paternity test. You won’t

“Mm-hmm.”

in Gwendolyn’s chest as she recalled Treyton’s note and

that at least one of them is a member of the Harris family. I can exclude Treyton as a suspect based

The conclusion dispirited Gwendolyn.

downcast thoughts, Nico rushed into

midnight two days ago and

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

sighed and shook his head, explaining, “No. The doctor examined Pierre 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

living room

“We can still do a paternity test even if