The Ex and Her Riches

Hector and his family all panicked.
“I am your younger brother, Marcus. I have obeyed the rules for decades, and this is the only time I have made a mistake. You
can’t be so ruthless and evict my whole family!”
Hector and his family knelt before Marcus and begged for mercy tearfully.
Torn between his brother and his daughter, Marcus’ expression turned grim as he looked at Gwendolyn.
“How shall I punish them, Honey?”
“Do whatever needs to be done according to the rules,” Gwendolyn replied without hesitation.
Nina stood up abruptly and glared at Gwendolyn furiously. “Gwendolyn! How can you be so ruthless? Aren’t you standing
unscathed here? Why are you so cold-blooded toward your family?” she yelled.
Gwendolyn’s expression became cold instantly.
The reason she was unscathed now was that there was a man who suffered on her behalf.
They deserve to die for hurting him!
When Gwendolyn looked at Nina, her gaze turned icy. “If I were the one caught harming a family member, would you have let me
off?”
Nina and Luke paused. After a brief glance at each other, they replied simultaneously, “Of course!”
“You are the youngest daughter of the Harris family. How can we possibly bear to hurt you?” Nina added.
“If that’s the case, you wouldn’t have made such a big fuss about the injuries on Uncle Hector’s face today. Don’t you feel
disgusted by yourself when said that?”
Gwendolyn had no interest in staying any longer. Glancing at Marcus cautiously, she said coldly, “I’ll let Dad handle this. I have
no objections to what he decides in the end.”
Gwendolyn left the ancestral hall of the Harris residence while pleas of mercy continued to echo behind her.
She returned to the room that she just tidied, but she couldn’t calm herself down even after a long time.

She could still recall the vivid image of Maverick’s burnt back drenched in blood.
Gwendolyn hated that the culprits were her family members. Since she couldn’t kill them, she would make sure that they suffer
as a form of penance!
Following a long sigh, she thought of what happened earlier today at the Jenson residence. At the thought of herself lying to
Cedrick and shifting much of the blame onto Maverick, she quickly clasped her hands and repented sincerely.
“Mavy, please don’t hate me for putting the blame on you today. I only said those words to disgust Cedrick and force him to call
off the engagement.”
“As soon as I expose every Harris who harmed me, I will return to Fairlake and live a life of celibacy for you. Okay?”
When she finished her repentance, the housekeeper had come to get her twice.
Gwendolyn took her time to get down the stairs. Upon reaching the dining room, she took her seat with an icy expression.
She was about to taste the soup with a spoon when Lorelai, who was sitting opposite her, frowned at her in displease.
“Oh, you’re indeed our family’s most indulged little princess, making your elders wait for you to start dining. Have you forgotten
all your manners in the past few years?”
Marcus coughed. “Stop it.”
Lorelai scoffed and rolled her eyes in response.
Gwendolyn had enough. With a loud clatter, she threw the spoon back.
“Have you forgotten how you married my dad by crawling into his bed, Lorelai? Who are you to lecture me about manners?”
“That’s enough! Both of you, keep quiet! Just eat!” Marcus was stressed out.
Gwendolyn turned to Marcus. “You heard it just now. She provoked me first when all I did was come down and eat peacefully. If
you can’t shut her filthy mouth, I’m afraid I can’t stay here any longer.”
Gwendolyn got up and was about to go upstairs when Marcus softened his tone. “Don’t be mad, Honey! Can you finish your food
first? I promise I’ll settle everything as soon as I can. Please don’t think of moving out.”

Marcus’ words made Gwendolyn feel a little hesitant.
However, Lorelai glared at Marcus resentfully as she yelled, “I’m speechless! You spoiled Gwendolyn! The audacity of her to
humiliate me with my past! Shouldn’t I feel aggrieved?”
Gwendolyn couldn’t stand Lorelai’s hypocritical behavior.
However, she shouldn’t be the one to leave.
After calling Elven and a few other bodyguards to the dining room, Gwendolyn glanced at Lorelai opposite her as she said, “Mrs.
Harris is feeling aggrieved. I suppose she no longer has the appetite to eat. Do her a favor and send her upstairs to rest.”
“How dare you, Gwendolyn!” Lorelai slammed a fist on the table.
“Why not?”
Lorelai felt defeated when facing Gwendolyn’s sharp gaze. She had no choice but to turn to Marcus.
“Say something, Hubby! Are you going to watch as your daughter bullies me? I don’t care! You can only choose one of us to stay
for dinner. It’s either me or her!” Lorelai cried.
Marcus was torn between them. Frustrated, he kept sighing.
Upon seeing his wrinkled and weathered face, Gwendolyn felt bad for him.
She realized that he had aged significantly after she went away for a few years. As his daughter, she didn’t want to cause him
any distress. However, it was truly difficult for her to live with Lorelai peacefully.
“Forget it. I don’t feel like eating.”
Gwendolyn got up, straightened her clothes, and turned to leave. However, instead of heading upstairs, she walked toward the
entrance of the villa.
“Honey, it’s already very late. Where are you going?” Marcus called out from behind.
Gwendolyn acted as if she couldn’t hear him and left the villa without looking back.
Marcus was guilty because his precious daughter walked away in anger.

However, Lorelai couldn’t care less about it. “She’s a grown-up, I doubt she will get into trouble. You should stop spoiling her.
Let’s eat.”
“You! I don’t know what to say.”
Marcus was angry at Lorelai but he couldn’t bring himself to scold her. After a few more bites, he went upstairs because he lost
his appetite.
Lorelai didn’t care because she hadn’t finished eating yet.
As it was Gwendolyn’s first day back home, Marcus specially instructed the chef to prepare ten exquisite dishes for dinner.
Lorelai was still beaming with the satisfaction of winning against Gwendolyn. Feeling proud of herself, she tasted every dish that
was initially prepared for Gwendolyn.
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Gwendolyn felt extremely miserable that evening. Not wanting to go back to the Harris residence and trouble Marcus, she
decided to book a private room at The Honey Bee and have William and Quinton accompany her while she drink her sorrows
away.
Of all the bodyguards, only Elven was under Treyton’s orders and was capable of persuading Gwendolyn.
Meanwhile, William and Quinton, who were standing guard at the door, were concerned that Gwendolyn might lose control and
get drunk again.
They were discussing whether to call Elven and have him come over to persuade Gwendolyn when Sherman happened to pass
by in the hallway.
Having met Quinton before, Sherman asked, “Is Gwendolyn inside?”
William and Quinton looked at each other, not replying.
Sherman didn’t feel awkward. He opened the door quietly and took a glance inside. Gwendolyn was indeed by herself and
drinking whiskey. Face flushed, she continued drinking despite already leaning on the couch drowsily.
“It’s not good for her health if she gets drunk. Let me go in and talk to her,” Sherman suggested.

Since William and Quinton did not have a better solution, they decided to let Sherman in considering he was Gwendolyn’s friend.
He might have a chance to persuade her.
After Sherman opened the door, he sat down next to Gwendolyn. “Gwendolyn, you should stop drinking. You’re already drunk.
Shall I take you home?” he advised gently.
Feeling dizzy, Gwendolyn squinted her hazy eyes. She was really drunk.
“I miss you, Mavy. Don’t leave me. Can you please come back to me?”
Gwendolyn’s voice was barely audible. Sherman could only figure out what she was muttering when he got closer to her.
Mavy?
Is she talking to Maverick?
Suppressing his distaste, Sherman comforted her, saying, “I won’t leave you, Gwendolyn. I’m not going anywhere.”
Gwendolyn did not respond any further. Then, she collapsed onto the sofa and fell asleep.
After talking to Quinton, Sherman learned that Gwendolyn was in a bad mood that night. Since she did not want to return to the
Harris residence, Sherman let William and Quinton use his card to book a room at a nearby hotel for her.
After William and Quinton left, Sherman supported Gwendolyn and helped her out of the private room.
They had barely taken a few steps when a figure suddenly appeared in front of them swiftly.
Before Sherman could react, the woman that he was supporting previously had already been transferred into the arms of the
man standing opposite him.
The man had a silver-grey mask on. Even though his face was concealed, intense anger was clearly visible in his dark eyes.
Sherman could feel the tension building up.
He could recognize the man just by looking at his mask. Smiling, he greeted, “What a coincidence, Mr. Jenson. Are you here to
socialize too?”
Ignoring Sherman, Cedrick held the unconsciously drunk Gwendolyn in his arms carefully.

After observing her state, Cedrick’s gaze filled with more hostility. “She can hold her liquor usually. How did she get so drunk?
What have you done to her?”