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.

tucked his head into the crook between Gwendolyn’s neck and shoulder, acting

the same time, he whined, “I was so upset when I woke up this morning and realized your side of

his hair and quietly

then, Nico returned from the garden. The front door of Harrick Villa was ajar, granting

scene was so rare and sweet that Nico could

no time to dwell on their loving

reluctance, he coughed loudly to announce his arrival, bringing the lovers’

jumped apart upon recognizing Nico’s

his report. “The investigation results are out. Something is

expressions darkened almost

helping Gwendolyn to a nearby couch. Then, they pored

years old,

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

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

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

by Alban, but Nico couldn’t have watched him twenty-four-seven. Tampering with a

nodded in agreement, commenting, “Seeing as his mother was sent overseas, someone must’ve threatened him.

can get it done at a hospital outside of town to make

some thought,

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

“Sure.”

and left for the garden. He took out his phone and

and comforted her, “We should finally see a conclusion after this paternity test. You won’t have

“Mm-hmm.”

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

there’s a high possibility that at least one of them is a member of the Harris family. I can exclude Treyton as a suspect based on his behavior today. But whoever the patron is, this person is

The conclusion dispirited Gwendolyn.

her downcast thoughts, Nico rushed into

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

darkened, and he asked, “How could this happen? Did

shook his head, explaining, “No. The doctor examined Pierre and realized he had a history of seizures. He had been in seizure remission for years after entering prison. No one knows why he suddenly relapsed, and because it happened at midnight, the

living room

do a

head ruefully. “He died two days ago, and because of his history of

sank in

ashes could not be used

as good

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