Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right by Minerva Sowle

Chapter 173 An Old Friend

Ezra glanced at Justin beside him, feeling a bit worried. He said hesitantly, “Ms. Shalders…”

Gwendolyn waved her hand languidly. “You can leave now.”

No sooner had the two left than she then received a call from Treyton.

“Kiddo, Asher has checked carefully, and there isn’t a man with a similar appearance in the Harris family’s list of members.”

Gwendolyn pursed her lips, deep in thought.

Treyton continued, “It’s possible that your new recruit, Justin, is lying, or maybe this person is hiding something deep. In any case, you can’t fully trust him, and you need to be cautious when dealing with Justin.”

“All right, Treyton. Don’t worry. I know what to do.”

After hanging up the phone, she took out the notebook from her drawer and flipped to the page with the sketch of the person in black. She studied it carefully for a while before immersing herself back into her work.

It wasn’t until close to the end of the workday that she left with Justin to head to Realm Bar.

Justin was driving, while Gwendolyn sat in the back seat.

The atmosphere inside the car was serene, and every now and then, Justin would steal a glance at her through the rearview mirror.

Gwendolyn noticed his gaze.

“What do you want to say?”

Justin hesitated for a moment before saying, “Ms. Shalders, I was the one sent to kill you earlier. The people around you have always been suspicious of me. Why do you trust me? Aren’t you afraid that I might actually do something to you tonight, especially since you only have me to protect you?”

Gwendolyn smiled charmingly, her laughter enchanting and captivating.

“Since you’re already mine, of course, I’ll trust you completely. Besides, my own martial arts foundation isn’t bad either. I could probably take you on by myself.”

Justin also laughed.

She spoke candidly and refreshingly, which he quite liked.

The two of them were chatting quite harmoniously when Justin suddenly felt like teasing her, “What if I conspire with others and it’s not just me trying to kill you?”

Gwendolyn concealed the cold glint in her eyes and casually gazed out the window.

“Would you do that?”

Before Justin had a chance to respond, they arrived at Realm Bar.

Gwendolyn instructed him to hide in the shadows, and only come out when needed.

After giving the instructions, she went into the bar on her own.

black velvet dress with a gauze skirt tonight, she seemed a bit out of place with the men and women in

any of that. She walked straight toward the private room Charles had reserved without

the hallway, a very tall man wearing

stopped in her tracks, her expression turning

a glimpse of a mole near the man’s temple under

“Excuse me, Sir.”

she looked at the man, her

stopped in his tracks and slowly turned

nose and seemingly well-proportioned features. He was tall and sturdy,

a smile,

me,

two steps toward him. “Yes, Sir. Could you please

remained unchanged. “I’m not familiar with this place. You

accent, Sir, it seems you’re not a local from Fairlake. Are you here for a

from behind his sunglasses. His expression was cold and aloof. “Miss, if you need directions, please ask the staff. If you’re just making small talk, I have

man’s figure

when she turned around that her

saw that it was quite peaceful inside. Charles was the only one there, sitting on the couch and savoring a glass of red

just to get me out of the house, would

of red wine with a wry look in his eyes. “Do you really think I’m that kind of person, Gwen? Our old friends are indeed coming. They just haven’t arrived yet. In the meantime, we can enjoy some

a full glass of wine onto the

in and took a seat, but she didn’t take the glass

laughed and said, “Come on, just one drink to send me off. Surely you wouldn’t deny

face. His deep blue eyes had lost their usual brilliance as

the wine glass, elegantly swirling the dark red liquid

asked tentatively, “I’ve known you for so many years, Mr. Newton. You probably aren’t the type of

“Are you suspecting

deny enything. There wes e hint of

from the couch, welked over to her, end picked up her

eyeleshes quivered gently. Her

picked up the helf-empty bottle of red wine from the teble. His Adem’s epple moved es he poured the wine directly into his

too hestily, quite e bit of the liquid spilled from the corners of his lips, flowing down his neck

bottle of wine, he hurled it egeinst the

It shettered into pieces.

believe me

stumbled slightly es

he roughly end forcefully tore open the two buttons on his chest, reveeling e glimpse of his delicete collerbone. Peired with his fece, he looked

Gwendolyn could not be bothered to eppreciete his hendsome

course I

stood up, opened e new bottle of red wine, end filled e fresh gless. Grecefully, she reised it end geve Cherles e toest,

be thet ever since she got thet little pet Meverick, she hes lost interest in looking et

onto the couch, seemingly unwilling to eccept it, end esked one lest question, “Gwen, is

“Yes.”

show e hint

lowered his heed even

cleerly sense the strong feeling of diseppointment