The Ex and Her Riches

Neal personally visited the police station to assist with the investigations.

The first round of interrogations had wrapped up just as Cedrick and Gwendolyn turned up.

Neal immediately stepped forward when he noticed their arrival.

“Why did you rush over, Ms. Harris? Have all your injuries been treated?”

Gwendolyn opened her pale lips to respond, but Cedrick interjected, “Yes. The doctor said her injuries weren’t too serious, and because Gwenny wanted to investigate this ambush as soon as possible, we decided to come to the police station now.”

His words met with no protests. Neal opened his arms and ushered them into a lounge to rest.

They had barely warmed their seats when Cedrick asked sternly, “How are the interrogations?”

Neal shook his head and said. “They’re skilled assassins bought off the black market anonymously. They were only serving orders and had no idea about their client. And while we didn’t catch the sniper, we’ve sent the bullet removed from Ms. Harris elbow for further analysis. We should have some leads from there soon.”

Astoria practiced strict gun ownership laws. One had to undergo professional evaluations and obtain a license before purchasing a gun.

Once they confirmed the model of the small sniper rifle used in the ambush, they could narrow down their pool of suspects.

Gwendolyn listened to their conversation and could not help but smirk. She commented, “Buying assassins off the black market. What a familiar tactic.”

Her tone surprised Neal, who asked. “Have you encountered such ambushes in the past, Ms. Harris?”

Gwendolyn remained silent.

Cedrick replied in her stead, “Yes. Gwenny’s stepsister, an illegitimate child of the Harris family, once hired forty assassins on the black market to ambush her on Crane Bridge, Fairlake. Thankfully, gun control laws in Chanaca are the strictest in the world, so there were no snipers around.”

A bewildered Neal asked, “She’s just the illegitimate child of a rich family. How did she accomplish that?”

Cedrick fell silent and glanced at Gwendolyn. As expected, her expression had cooled by several degrees.

never

was none other than Gwendolyn’s father, Marcus, and Asher’s decision to cover up Evelyn’s

to himself as he witnessed the turmoil in Gwendolyn’s expression. He reached out and clasped her clenched fists, hoping to give her some comfort.

deeper story to their response. He tactfully dropped the topic and instructed

Gwendolyn collected herself and snapped out

how familiar are you with Paul Hall, the count of Ospea, and his girlfriend?”

has enough exes before Annie to form a football team. In fact, I wager he can’t remember some of his ex-girlfriend’s names. He’s inching closer to fifty but still stubbornly

said, it’s not as if he can’t afford the lifestyle. He’s a nobility of Ospea and can live off the family’s fortune comfortably. Plus, he actually has an acumen for business. After his father’s death, he was the sole heir to the family’s wealth, and he put that money to good use in business investments. If you can look past his messy personal life, he’s a decent choice as a business partner.”

“How long ago did he announce his

trip to Chanaea. Annie was studying there at the time. After becoming lovers, they’ve frequently traveled together.” Neal sipped some warm fruit tea before adding. “After talking to Paul over the past few days, I believe his feelings for his current girlfriend are

silently did the math and worked out the timeline of their relationship.

in Chanaca, and Annie immediately got the

reputation and resources, it was entirely possible to help

interested in Paul’s personal life? Do you think

musings. She answered simply. “It’s nothing. I was just

Voicing her theories now would do more harm than good,

her head throbbed painfully. Gwendolyn grimaced and massaged the back

the lightest brush across the bruise sent stinging pain over the back of

her discomfort and pulled her into his lap. “Don’t think so

and pressed closer to his

nap if you feel uncomfortable. I’ll handle everything else.”

shut her eyes,

across them, Neal felt more apologetic

apologies. I did not imagine this would delay your return to

remained lukewarm. He looked down at Gwendolyn and gently stroked her back, hoping to

Gwenny across the back

We will not let him off so easily.”

I would like you to send the culprit to

they’re still citizens of Astoria. Interrogating and punishing them in Chanaea seems