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.

washed up when she arrived, though he was still dressed

her

crook between

upset when I woke up this morning and realized your side of the bed

hair and quietly comforted

returned from the garden. The front door of Harrick Villa was ajar, granting him a full view of Cedrick’s

sweet that Nico could not

on their loving display. Nico had

loudly to announce his arrival, bringing the lovers’ reunion to an abrupt

jumped apart upon recognizing

them and submitted his report. “The investigation results are out. Something

and Cedrick’s expressions darkened

for Nico’s report before helping Gwendolyn to a nearby couch. Then, they

eighty years old, and the woman had been

and Marcus’ paternity test the exact day after his mother’s departure. The next day, he also performed Gwendolyn and Pierre’s paternity test at

private jet abroad, and his whereabouts have remained a mystery

his assets had been transferred abroad as well. It

Nico couldn’t have watched him twenty-four-seven. Tampering with

sent overseas, someone

get it done at a hospital outside

some thought,

Pierre sent to the secret interrogation room. It’ll make things

“Sure.”

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

conclusion after

“Mm-hmm.”

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

a high possibility that at least one of them is a member of the Harris family. I can exclude Treyton as a suspect based on his behavior today. But whoever the patron is, this person

The conclusion dispirited Gwendolyn.

Nico rushed

suddenly foamed at the mouth at midnight two days ago and experienced a seizure. They sent him to the infirmary, but he

His expression darkened, and he asked, “How could this happen? Did someone

He had been in seizure remission for years after entering prison. No one knows why he suddenly relapsed,

living room plunged

to break the silence. “We can still do a paternity test even if he’s dead. Is his body still