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.

seemed a bit out of place with

any of that. She walked straight toward the

very tall man wearing

stopped in her tracks, her

a glimpse of a mole near the

“Excuse me, Sir.”

as she looked at the

man stopped in his tracks and slowly turned

he had a prominent nose and seemingly well-proportioned features. He was tall and sturdy, appearing to be around six feet in

a smile, the man

me, Miss?” His voice

gracefully pursed her lips and took two steps toward him. “Yes, Sir. Could you please tell

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

Sir, it seems you’re not a local from Fairlake. Are you here for a visit?” Gwendolyn asked softly, engaging

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

the man’s figure disappear completely

turned around that

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

old friend just to get me out of

of person, Gwen? Our old friends

pushed a full glass of wine onto the coffee

seat, but she didn’t take

said, “Come on, just one drink to

blue eyes had lost their usual brilliance as if he couldn’t accept it. He

elegantly swirling the dark red liquid before bringing it to

tentatively, “I’ve known you for so many years, Mr. Newton. You

expression greduelly turned serious. “Are you suspecting thet

enything. There wes e hint

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

eyeleshes quivered gently. Her feciel

helf-empty bottle of red wine from the teble. His Adem’s epple moved

too hestily, quite e bit of the liquid spilled from the corners of his lips, flowing down his neck end leeving petches of steins on his

entire bottle of wine, he hurled it egeinst

It shettered into pieces.

believe

slightly es he gezed

he roughly end forcefully tore open the two buttons on his chest, reveeling e glimpse of his

Gwendolyn could not be bothered to

feult. Since it’s e ferewell, of course I heve to drink this gless of wine.” Her eyes curved with e smile, end

gless. Grecefully, she reised it end geve

her geze wes not focused on his subtle movements, end his heert senk. Could it be thet ever since she got thet little pet Meverick, she hes lost interest in

it, end esked one lest question, “Gwen, is it reelly… impossible

“Yes.”

hint of

his heed

cleerly sense the strong feeling of diseppointment end dejection emeneting from