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.

the crook between Gwendolyn’s neck and shoulder, acting

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

hair and

front door of Harrick Villa was ajar, granting him a full view of Cedrick’s uncharacteristically

and sweet that Nico could

no time to dwell on their loving

loudly to announce his arrival, bringing

jumped apart upon

approached them and submitted his report. “The investigation

expressions darkened almost

helping Gwendolyn to a nearby couch. Then, they pored

eighty years old, and

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

boarded a private jet abroad, and his whereabouts have remained a

had been transferred abroad as well. It

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

sent overseas, someone must’ve threatened him. We can’t trust

it done at a hospital outside of town to make

some thought, Gwendolyn

safe, have Pierre sent to the secret interrogation room. It’ll make things easier when

“Sure.”

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

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

“Mm-hmm.”

chest as she recalled Treyton’s note and the unsavory incident

must be extremely influential figures in Chanaea, and there’s a high possibility that at least one of them is a

The conclusion dispirited Gwendolyn.

her downcast thoughts, Nico rushed into the room, looking

at the prison! Mr. Dalberg said Pierre suddenly foamed at the mouth at midnight two days ago and experienced a seizure. They sent him to the infirmary, but he could

he asked, “How could this happen? Did someone poison

and 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 prison

living room plunged

break the silence. “We can still do a

worsened, and he eventually shook his head ruefully. “He died two days ago, and because of his history of seizures, the prison wrote it

heart sank

be used for paternity

was as

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