The Ex and Her Riches novel (Gwendolyn and Maverick)

Treyton sank into deep thought.

After pondering for a while, he shook his head.

“No. You should know that Dad is not young anymore. He was already well advanced in age when you were born. Lorelai has been trying all ways and means to get pregnant, but we never heard that she succeeded.”

Lorelai Sablich was Gwendolyn’s stepmother, who was only three years older than her. Lorelei and Gwendolyn could never get along. Whenever they crossed paths, it seemed inevitable that they would argue.

Gwendolyn thought hard for a moment.

She always had a strong feeling that the image of the little girl in her mind was somehow connected to how she ended up in Fairlake after losing her memory.

However, she could not remember anything about it.

Gwendolyn decided that she had to spend some time investigating that matter.

For the time being, she had to put it aside.

“Treyton, what did you do to that group of people last night?”

Treyton did not say anything.

By the time he got to the bridge that night, the situation had already concluded. Maverick had arrived with his men first.

Treyton then cleaned up the mess at the scene. He kept a few men alive and brought them back for interrogation.

After mulling over it, Treyton chose not to inform Gwendolyn that Maverick was present at the scene. “They hurt my sister, so I have to kill them to seek justice for you. I spared two of the men and locked them up. Once you’ve recovered, you can interrogate them and try to gather any relevant information.”

“All right.”

Gwendolyn placed the chicken soup on the table by the bed. She remembered vaguely that someone had saved her last night.

“Did you jump into the water to save me last night?”

The thought of that got Treyton all riled up.

By the time he arrived at the scene, Maverick had already jumped into the water.

When he carried Gwendolyn out of the water, Treyton noticed that the slits on both sides of her gown were torn. Treyton wondered if Maverick had done something inappropriate to her.

“Uh, yes, I did.” He looked away, somewhat uneasy.

Gwendolyn stared at Treyton, frowning. “Really? I remember someone kissing me and delivering air through my mouth so I could breathe.”

“What?”

as Treyton expected, Maverick had

too softhearted. He should have thrown Maverick into the water and let him freeze to

not in the right state of mind then. You must

stared into his eyes. “Treyton, you’d better not

you? It’s true.” He looked

knew her brother

knew Treyton was not telling the truth, she would not be able

roundabout way, “What about Maverick? Where was he

irresponsible guy. Natasha caused this mess, and it’s all because

Treyton

personally. Your injuries

be heard.

up on the cold floor. His eyes were dull and tired, looking like he was in a state

was ashen as a result of continuous

in a cold sweat, yet it felt excessively hot when

Maverick’s level of awareness was

he was in the hospital,

to lock Maverick in the basement. They did not give him any water or food. There was not even

in the basement for more

due to the persistently high fever and his weakened

had not found the person who attacked Gwendolyn, and Samantha and Natasha had gotten away scot-free. Hence, Maverick had to

strength, he placed his hand

sure if Nico was

and Quinton heard some noises from

us. Mr. Harris said that as soon as Ms. Shalders is well enough to leave the hospital, we’ll

stay in the basement any longer after warning Maverick. They slammed the door shut and locked

hit by a gust of cold wind that rushed in

forward, and he was

to save Gwendolyn. Worried about his safety, Nico had been hiding around Bay Villa to monitor the

faint and weak signal for help, a wave of fury

They’re

led Neville and a few men

did their best to stop Nico

match for the ferocious group. Within a few minutes, William and Quinton

kicked open the basement door. The moment he saw Maverick, a surge of anger

this how you repay someone who

of those two bodyguards! I’ll freaking suffocate

answer Neville, Maverick’s scorching