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.

Cedrick had washed up when she arrived, though he was still dressed in his billowing silk sleeping robe.

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

into the crook between Gwendolyn’s neck and shoulder, acting cute

up this morning and realized your side of the bed was already cold and

stroked his hair and quietly

door of Harrick Villa was ajar, granting him a full view of Cedrick’s

sweet that

on their

to announce his arrival, bringing the

and Gwendolyn immediately jumped apart upon

his report. “The investigation results are out.

expressions darkened almost

Nico’s report before helping Gwendolyn to a

a mother who was over eighty years old, and the

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

boarded a private jet abroad, and his whereabouts have remained a mystery

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

were personally done by Alban, but Nico couldn’t have watched him twenty-four-seven. Tampering with a few data

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

a hospital outside of

some thought, Gwendolyn nodded

secret interrogation room. It’ll make things easier when we decide on a new

“Sure.”

out his phone and called Mr. Dalberg,

comforted her, “We should finally see a conclusion after this paternity test. You won’t have to spend sleepless nights worrying about

“Mm-hmm.”

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

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

The conclusion dispirited Gwendolyn.

her downcast thoughts, Nico rushed into the

happened at the prison! Mr. Dalberg said Pierre suddenly foamed at the mouth at midnight two days ago and experienced a

he asked, “How could this happen?

been in seizure remission for years after entering prison. No one knows why he suddenly relapsed, and because it happened

living room plunged into

was the first to break the silence. “We can still do

and because of his history of seizures, the prison wrote it off as a natural death. They cremated his body,

heart sank in

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