Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 164

“All right, let’s go.”

She was about to leave with Elisha when Charles called out to her, “Gwen, do you want me to come with you?”

Without hesitation, Gwendolyn said, “It’s okay. You must have your own business to attend to in Fairlake. Please excuse me first.”

She had just taken two steps when she remembered that she was still wearing Charles’ coat. So, she took it off, folded it, and walked back to return it to him.

Charles didn’t take the coat and instead gazed at her with warmth and tenderness. “It’s getting colder. You should keep it.”

Gwendolyn handed the coat to the subordinate behind him. The subordinate glanced at Charles, shook his head in fear, and dared not take it.

Annoyed, she ended up hanging the coat on the flower stand by the entrance of the restaurant before striding off after Elisha without so much as a glance over her shoulder.

Charles looked in the direction where she disappeared before glancing at the coat she left on the flower stand. He furrowed his brows as a dark look swirled in his eyes.

Seemingly reminded of something, Charles turned to his subordinate while wearing a grim expression. “Send two people to keep an eye on that Maverick. Report any movements immediately, and make sure to stay hidden. His subordinate isn’t easy to deal with, too. Also, look into his identity and background.”

“Understood, Mr. Newton.”

Charles’ subordinate helped him take the coat off the flower stand and wanted to put it on him.

Glaring viciously at his subordinate, Charles growled, “How dare you touch something that’s filthy? Throw it away!”

Gwendolyn hurried to Treyton’s residence. The patient was accommodated in the private medical room that was previously used to treat Natasha.

Upon entering the room, she saw the injured person lying in bed, receiving an IV drip.

Upon seeing Gwendolyn enter the room, he slowly sat up.

Gwendolyn sat down on a chair two meters away from him, smiling. “I never expected you to be the one to survive out of forty people. That day, you were the only one who answered my question. You have the softest heart, and you’re also the luckiest. What is it that you wanted to talk to me about?”

The person pondered for a moment, then looked at her sincerely, “I originally thought that if I kept quiet, the organization would let me off the hook. I didn’t expect them to be even more ruthless than I imagined. I know that you were the one who sent people to save me these past few times. I am willing to reveal all the information I know.”

“Oh?” Gwendolyn exclaimed in surprise. He’s figured it out already?

She asked, “How much money do you want as a reward?”

The man shook his head, “I don’t want any money. They won’t let me go. I’m weak and powerless, and sooner or later, I’ll die at their hands. But I don’t want to die yet.”

“Do you want my protection?”

The man stared into her eyes and laughed, “I love conversing with smart people like you. In exchange, I want to be your bodyguard. You have many powerful big shots around you, and only by doing this can I survive.”

So he really wants to work for me?

Gwendolyn’s frown was barely noticeable as she held her head high gracefully, exuding an aloof charm.

“Just so you know, I won’t just accept anyone to work for me. First, tell me what information you have. If it’s all trivial stuff, then I’m afraid I can’t help you.”

The man gazed at her face, somewhat captivated.

She was breathtakingly pretty, had a fiery personality, and was ruthless and decisive. All those traits set her apart from ordinary women.

The mere sight of such an outstanding woman like her was worth everything for him.

He gathered his thoughts and began to explain.

“I saw the person who hired us to kill you as I was right there when he was talking to the boss. He’s a tall man, probably close to two hundred meters in height, and he seemed solemn and formidable.”

The man tried hard to recall and continued, “Although he was wearing sunglasses that day, I noticed a black birthmark the size of a thumb on his temple. During their conversation, I vaguely heard him mention his master. If we can find him, he should know all the details about this matter.”

Gwendolyn narrowed her eyes slightly.

Black birthmark? His master?

“Aside from the birthmark, do you remember his facial features? The shape of his face and lips, or his overall appearance?”