Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 799

Smoking?

He just got the punishment, and it was still hurting. How would he smoke?

Cedrick sighed and gave Gwendolyn a reassuring look.

Once Cedrick had left, the two kids wrapped their arms around Gwendolyn so tightly and refused to let go.

“Mommy! Mommy! How did Daddy find you?” Zendaya looked at Gwendolyn with her big eyes as she blinked them and asked.

Benedict said, “Daddy said Mommy was busy with something at the Harris residence. But that day, I overheard the conversation between Daddy and Uncle Nico, and I knew Mommy was missing.”

As Zendaya heard her brother recounting the incident, it reminded her of something important.

Oh yes, I need to complain about Daddy!

“Mommy, do you know that Daddy was so arrogant recently? He didn’t come to see Zendy for days! In addition, Benny and I saw Daddy smoking and drinking in the office! Daddy did not behave. Mommy, you should beat him!” Zendaya said.

Gwendolyn chuckled and gently pinched her little cheeks. “If your daddy were to hear you tattling, you’d probably get a beating first.”

Zendaya’s face changed, and she snuggled back into Gwendolyn’s embrace. “Zendy is not afraid! Mommy will protect Zendy! Daddy can’t beat me. He’s the one who should be punished first!”

Gwendolyn stifled a laugh.

After Gwendolyn’s arrival, the ward was filled with laughter. The two kids’ sad mood was lifted, and everyone became cheerful.

Cedrick walked out of the lab and went to meet Megan.

Megan was staying in a high-end hotel under the Jenson Group.

There were police officers and bodyguards stationed downstairs, as well as the entrance to the room. The hotel turned down the other guests for the night and accommodated only Megan. It was at its maximum security and even an ant could not sneak in.

Cedrick did not rush upstairs. Instead, he sat on a couch in the hotel lobby and listened to Swain’s report.

He went through numerous photos of items on a tablet. Those photos were taken inside the shack by Swain. Well over a hundred photos, and left no detail unnoticed.

Among those photos, the most crucial were the ones revealing gold bars under the tiles inside the shack.

“Boss, I’ve done the investigation. The gold bars have the HCY Bank logo on them. It’s a foreign joint venture bank, and the person in charge is from Astoria but is currently not in the country. The bag of gold bars found at Megan’s home is of the highest quality available in the market, and they are worth about two million. Besides the bag of gold bars you mentioned, there are ten more hidden under the floor tiles of her bed. These ten gold bars have different batch numbers and come from another bank. They seem to have been stored for quite some time, as they looked seasoned,” Swain reported.

Cedrick looked stern, with his brows slightly furrowed. As he slid his fingertips across the tablet, he went through every single one of the photos.

Long before saving Gwendolyn, such a poverty-stricken family with this little shack already owned ten large gold bars. This is unusual.

“Did you find any information about her husband and son?”

Swain nodded. “Yes. There are a few old family portraits in the bedroom drawer. It seems like they were taken with her husband and son. If you keep scrolling down, you should be able to see the photos.”

Cedrick continued to slide through the photos meticulously.

Swain continued. “The family portraits at Megan’s place are not wrapped with plastic nor framed. They have yellowed edges, and a large part of her son’s face has faded. According to the investigation, Megan’s son passed away many years ago. Since then, she and her husband had a lot of quarrels which has affected their relationship. Eventually, her husband moved out to the city to make a living. There have been no updates from him since afterward.”

So, Megan’s previous claims about her son and husband working in the city and only returning once a year for Christmas were all lies. Her son had passed away long ago, and she had been separated from her husband due to a troubled relationship for many years. She had been living alone on the mountain all by herself.

Cedrick slid to a portrait on the tablet showing Megan with her family.

The portrait was aged and faded around its edges. It seemed like it had been stored away and not taken out for a long time.

In the photo, young Megan stood side by side with her husband. She had a smile on her face and held her son in her arms. Her husband, however, had a straight face with hardly any emotion shown.