Chapter 261
Wooing My Ex-Wife
Chapter 261 Whose Problem Cedrickâs expression turned dark, and he didnât say a word.
Nico continued, âBoss, you should restrain yourselves.
Overindulging in your desires can harm your health!â Cedrickâs expression darkened further.
Nico belatedly realized that his recent pay rise was about to say goodbye to him.
Realizing the potential consequences, he quickly corrected himself, âI mean, if Mr. Asher were to discover this, it would be difficult for Ms. Gwendolyn when she returns to the Harris residence.
It could lead to a significant uproar.
Boss, considering your current health condition, if you were to sustain a severe injury again, there might not be anyone capable of rescuing you.
â The truth is always bitter to swallow.
Nicoâs words werenât pleasant to the ears, but he was telling the truth.
Cedrick wasnât a tyrant, so he gave a nod in agreement.
He soon received an urgent email from the Federal Bureau of Investigation about Chanaeaâs border.
Cedrick clicked into it and put on a stern expression.
âAn organization is causing trouble at the border.
Pack up, and weâll leave tomorrow night.
â âGot it, Boss.
â When Gwendolyn woke up, it was almost noon.
Cedrick knew she was exhausted and didnât disturb her so she could get more sleep.
Holding her waist, she carefully got off the bed and discovered her legs were shaking.
Following the morning incident, she had been deeply traumatized.
She learned the hard way that she should never challenge a manâs pride in such matters or face dire consequences.
Her subordinate from Shadow Bell had already organized the information regarding Evelyn and sent it to her email.
Gwendolyn clicked into the file and read it carefully.
Evelyn was nineteen years old.
Her father had died some time ago, so she was brought up by her mother.
She made her debut in the entertainment industry at the tender age of fourteen, showcasing her remarkable talent as an actress and earning international acclaim through numerous awards.
Speculation circulated that she had a wealthy benefactor, which explained the abundant resources at her disposal.
However, the identity of her benefactor, her parents, and even her surname was unknown.
Gwendolynâs expression turned icy when she saw the several unknowns in the report.
The report she had received was filled with irrelevant details, lacking the crucial information she truly needed.
She immediately made a call.
âReinvestigate her thoroughly.
I require comprehensive information.
Find out when her father passed away and the cause of his death.
I want to uncover every detail, including her full surname.
If she went to the trouble of concealing her identity, there must be a significant secret behind it.
â âCalm down, Boss.
Iâll get to it right away!â Gwendolyn ended the call and stared at Evelynâs details, her gaze darkening.
Since I took over Shadow Bell, they have never failed in investigating anything.
If they couldnât even uncover her identity, that means that Evelynâs backers consist of bigshots from influential families.
Who could her benefactor be? She has covered her tracks well, huh? Gwendolyn had no choice but to wait for Shadow Bell to revert back to her.
Gathering her thoughts, she washed up and put on some makeup.
Jennifer was heading to a shoot at Barner today.
It was her first job after Walterâs incident, so Gwendolyn planned on visiting her at work today.
She walked out of the villa and was about to get into the car when Valentino and Logan came to her.
âHello, Old Mr. Jenson.
â Valentino greeted her with a warm smile and nodded approvingly.
He came over to her with the help of his walking stick and asked, âGwendolyn, youâve been staying with Cedrick recently.
Have you adjusted well to the new living arrangement?â âYes, donât worry.
Ceddy treats me well.
â âIâm glad to hear that,â Valentino replied with a satisfied smile.
His gaze traveled down Gwendolynâs face and settled on her stomach.
âConsidering how harmonious you two seem, why havenât you conceived yet? Kiddo, please avoid taking any contraceptive measures as they can be detrimental to your health.
Donât worry.
If you become pregnant, I promise to organize a magnificent wedding for you.
â Gwendolyn felt the tips of her ears turning red hearing an elder broach such intimate matters.
She responded with an awkward smile, saying, âI understand, Old Mr. Jenson.
â Pregnant? I dare not get pregnant.
If Asher finds out, heâll break my legs before I give birth.
Valentino continued offering his advice and insights on marriage, and Gwendolyn politely acknowledged his input.
After Valentino left, she looked at her tummy.
She feared Asher would beat her up if she were to get pregnant.
However, a part of her remained curious about the experience of giving birth to a baby.
This is strange.
Cedrick and I had sex so many times without using condoMs. Why am I not pregnant yet? Is there something wrong with my health? Or is it Cedrick? Having learned her lesson from the morning incident, she dared not pose the question to Cedrick directly.
She feared that he might perceive her question as a challenge to his masculine pride and end up teaching her another harsh lesson.
Perhaps Iâm not fated to have a child yet.
She let out a long sigh and immediately made her way to the shooting set.
Upon arrival, she noticed a hunched figure at the corner of the door.
Despite the mask and cap concealing her face, the personâs short, grey hair exposed her identity as an elderly woman.
However, when Gwendolyn came nearer, she noticed that the skin on the back of the ladyâs hand was fair and tightly textured, contradicting the appearance of an elderly woman.
She was about to take a closer look when the âelderly womanâ stealthily slipped into the building through the staff lane, taking advantage of a moment when the staff was not paying attention.
Jenniferâs shooting was in progress on the twentyâsecond floor of the Barner building.
The photoshoot for this monthâs magazine cover had already been completed, withâJennifer delivering an exceptional performance.
Impressed by her skills, the director at Barner decided to enlist her for several inâpage column shoots.
Everyone was focused on the shoot, unaware of an âelderly ladyâ emerging from the restroom.
Clutching a bucket of dirty water that had been used to mop the floor, she quietly positioned herself behind them.
The ladyâs vicious gaze was fixed on Jennifer the moment she entered the scene.
Quietly, she inched nearer to Jennifer without attracting attention.
âAll right, thatâs a wrap for this set.
We still have two more sets to go, but letâs take a thirtyâminute break.
Great job, Jennifer! Youâre doing fantastic!â the director praised, acknowledging her performance.
The rest of the staff clapped in unison.
Jennifer bowed to everyone.
âThank you, everyone.
My manager prepared some coffee, so please help yourselves.
â The staff cheered and went to her manager to get some coffee.
As Jennifer was engrossed in her bow, the timing was perfect.
Unbeknownst to her, a malicious glare flashed in the eyes of the âelderly womanâ lurking in the corner.
âJennifer Weller! I want your reputation ruined!â Without warning, the bucket of filthy water was thrown in Jenniferâs direction.
Caught off guard, she couldnât move away in time and was drenched from head to toe.
The exquisite haute couture gown provided by Barner was now smeared with dirt and grime.
The dirt and grime stung Jenniferâs eyes, causing her to instinctively rub them in an attempt to alleviate the pain.
Despite her efforts, she couldnât open her eyes due to the intense discomfort.
Everyone had walked away to get coffee and couldnât react in time.
The âelderly ladyâ immediately tossed the bucket away and pulled out the dagger she had prepared earlier, charging toward Jennifer.
âDie, you b*tch!â Many staff screamed in terror at the sight of the dagger, but they were too far away to stop the attacker.
âBe careful!â Fortunately, the bloodshed didnât occur.
Before the dagger could stab into Jenniferâs stomach, it came to a halt.
A pair of hands had emerged out of nowhere to grab the wrist of the âelderly lady.
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