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.

up when she arrived, though he was

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

head into the crook between Gwendolyn’s neck

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

stroked his hair and

the garden. The front door of Harrick Villa was ajar, granting him a full

rare and sweet that Nico could not

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

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

jumped apart upon

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

expressions darkened almost

for Nico’s report before helping Gwendolyn to a

eighty years old, and the woman had been secretly brought overseas

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

he boarded a private jet abroad, and

enough, the ownership of his assets had been transferred abroad as well.

done by Alban, but Nico couldn’t have watched him twenty-four-seven. Tampering

agreement, commenting, “Seeing as his mother was sent overseas, someone

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

some thought, Gwendolyn

instructed, “To be safe, have Pierre sent to the secret interrogation room. It’ll make things easier when we decide on a new date for the

“Sure.”

the garden. He took out his phone and

left the room, Cedrick hugged Gwendolyn and comforted her, “We should finally see a conclusion after this paternity test. You won’t have to spend sleepless nights worrying about this

“Mm-hmm.”

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

high possibility that at least one of them is a member of the Harris family. I

The conclusion dispirited Gwendolyn.

rushed into the room,

the mouth at midnight two days ago and experienced a

relief was short-lived. His expression darkened, and he asked, “How could this

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

room plunged into

still do a