“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?”
Treyton fell silent.
Although it made sense logically, doesn’t she know that by doing so, she would put herself in danger?
He sighed as Gwendolyn handed him the sketchbook with the portrait. “Asher is quite familiar with all the employees working for the Harris family. Could you please ask him to check the profile of this person?”
Treyton took the sketchbook and said, “All right.”
In the evening, at Bay Villa, Maverick was in the kitchen preparing dinner when he suddenly heard a familiar bird call. It was Nico.
He turned and exited the kitchen. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Nico swaggering through the garden and walking toward him.
William went out with Gwendolyn but Quinton was still at the villa.
Nico noticed his boss’ icy glare and quickly waved his hands in denial. “Boss, don’t get me wrong. I didn’t beat anyone up and barge in here. I just walked in like any normal person this time.”
Maverick chuckled lightly. “You beat him up the last time, and now the two of you are already acting all lovey-dovey with each other?”
Nico, the social butterfly, chuckled cheekily.
However, his expression froze all of a sudden when he quickly realized something wrong with Maverick’s words.
“Boss, what are you talking about? I’m a straight guy. What do you mean by acting all lovey-dovey?”
Maverick changed the subject. “Let’s get straight to the point.”
Nico instantly put on a serious expression and leaned over, whispering softly into his ear, “After you sent Neville to follow Natasha, he sent a message back saying that Natasha has been moved to two different places in the past few days. She has not been moved after that, and no one has come by to check on her. It seems like… they’ve given up on Natasha?”
There’s no way they would give up so easily.
“Since we’ve found her location and there’s no one around her…”
Maverick’s voice trailed off as he glanced down at his watch. There were still forty minutes left until Gwendolyn got off work. “Let’s go take a look,” he said.
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