The Ex and Her Riches
Chapter 226

Chapter 226

Cedrick sighed lightly. He felt immensely guilty thinking about William’s words.

“Hurry up and go. I’ve made her suffer so much in the past six months. I should give her something inreturn so I don’t feel too indebted to her.”

Nico hesitated to speak. You no longer owe Ms. Gwendolyn anything!

Nevertheless, Nico knew Cedrick loved Gwendolyn too much and would do everything he could toplease her.

He’s expressing his love too humbly. Nico genuinely felt sorry for him, yet he was powerless to help.

…

When Gwendolyn woke up, the first thing she did was check her body for any visible hickeys.

The cotton quilt was neatly folded on the small couch.

It seemed Cedrick didn’t take advantage of her last night.

He was even willing to sleep on the couch. She realized he was quite a decent man, unlike the rumorsshe had heard about him.

Gwendolyn remembered everything that happened before she got drunk and passed out last night, butbecause of the effect of alcohol, her mind felt fuzzy.

The matter related to Cedrick was too peculiar. She reckoned she needed to investigate further.

When Gwendolyn learned Valentino had invited her for breakfast, she intended to refuse initially, butrecalling Cedrick’s matter, she thought it would be best for her to go.

At the dining table, Gwendolyn chatted with Valentino, “Old Mr. Jenson, I heard Mr. Jenson came backonly half a year ago. I met him in person last night. He’s quite handsome, but why are there rumors thathe looks hideous?”

Valentino replied without the slightest change in his expression, “Since he gained a foothold inSalinsburgh, too many socialites approached and offered themselves to him. He didn’t like that, so hedeliberately spread the rumor.”

“I see.” Gwendolyn smiled and probed further, “Has he always looked like this?”

“Of course.” He gave her a puzzled look, his wrinkled face expressing genuine confusion.

Gwendolyn’s grin widened. “I just thought that since Mr. Jenson is so good-looking, I wanted to see ifthere were any old photos of him.”

“I’m afraid there aren’t any. He hates being photographed.”

Does he hate being photographed? That’s somewhat similar to Maverick. Subsequently, she fell silentand continued eating her breakfast.

On the way home, Gwendolyn was reminded of the words Triss told her at The Honey Bee.

Triss said, “Cedrick is quite pitiful. He returned from carrying out a mission in the army half a year ago,covered in blood and badly wounded. I heard he was coughing up blood every day. Grandpa waspetrified to see him like that.”

Maverick passed away six months ago, and Cedrick returned home, scarred and battered, also half ayear ago. Is there a connection between the two events?

To resolve her doubts, she made a call to Triss.

“I can’t believe you took the initiative to contact me, Gwendolyn. I’m really flattered!”

Wearing a solemn expression, Gwendolyn asked, “Triss, I’m calling you today mainly to ask aboutCedrick.”

“Wow!” Triss exclaimed with a meaningful tone. “I understand, Gwendolyn. What do you want to knowabout Cedrick? I’ll tell you everything I know!”

“When did Cedrick return to the Jenson residence half a year ago?”

Triss, on the other end of the line, contemplated for a moment. “It’s been quite some time. I can’tremember clearly.”

“In that case, do you notice anything different about the current Cedrick?”

“Not really. Cedrick was sent to the army at a young age and rarely returned home, especially after heturned fifteen. He didn’t come back until half a year ago.”

What? He didn’t go home since he turned fifteen? That’s weird. Gwendolyn added, “Previously, I heardyou mentioned he was injured when he returned half a year ago. Where was he injured? Were his faceand back severely wounded?”

“I’m not too sure about that. I didn’t see his wounds. I only heard from the servants at Grandpa’s villathat he was gravely hurt. Still, I’m certain his injuries were severe because when he was fighting forpower with Uncle Yael, he always showed up in a wheelchair and wearing a mask.”

After asking so many questions, it seemed to Gwendolyn she didn’t acquire much useful information.

She made some small talk with Triss before hanging up the call.

William, who was driving in the front row, asked curiously, “Ms. Gwendolyn, why are you suddenlyconcerned about Mr. Jenson? Did sparks fly between you two last night?”

Busy trying to wrap her mind around that matter, Gwendolyn didn’t bother responding to his teasing.She merely said, “William, I can’t shake off this feeling that something’s weird. I feel that Maverick isn’tdead.”

William was unconvinced. “Ms. Gwendolyn, how is that possible? Putting aside the fact that Mr. Wrightwas already seriously injured before the incident, his chances of surviving were meager since hecharged into the fray alone. Besides, Justin watched his body being cremated.”

“What if the body is fake? What if they found someone with a similar physique as him to replace him?”

William considered her words carefully. “That is possible, but if Mr. Wright is still alive, why isn’t hereturning to replace you? He was really eager to stay by your side every day in the past.”

That was also one thing that baffled Gwendolyn.

As she stared out of the car window and became lost in her thoughts, Cedrick’s demeanor last nightsurfaced in her mind.

Despite how well Cedrick concealed his emotions when he looked at her, she couldn’t help but sensethat he knew her. Furthermore, his small habitual movements when he was nervous were exactly thesame as Maverick. Could such a coincidence really happen? But why doesn’t he have any scars? Aburn caused by the S40 strong corrosive potion would definitely leave scars, and it’s difficult to removethem altogether.

Gwendolyn reckoned she needed to ask Asher about that.

Before that, she went to Angle’s new building. The decorations there were basically complete, and in afew days, they could pick a good day to move all the operations from the Fairlake branch.

Upon reaching the CEO’s office on the top floor, she sat in the executive chair while William stoodguard outside the door.

Gwendolyn checked Asher’s flight schedule. After replaceing out it was his rest day, she dialed his number.“Asher, does our laboratory have any medication that’s good for removing scars, capable of making theskin appear as if it has been marred?”

Asher replied, “No. Even the best medication won’t allow the skin to recover to that extent. Why are youasking this? Are you hurt?”

She immediately shook her head. “That’s not it. I’m curious, so I’m just asking.”

“If you want the skin to recover entirely without any trace, I’m afraid plastic surgery, specifically a skingraft, is the only option. The country with the best technology worldwide is Hawen.”

Gwendolyn was quiet for a long while before she spoke solemnly. “Asher, do you know about myengagement to Cedrick?”

“Yes. What’s the matter?”

“Cedrick seems to be a member of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Information about hiswhereabouts is very well guarded, so I can’t investigate from my side. But if it were you, could you replaceout any records of him traveling abroad in the past six months?”

Asher was confused. “Why do you suddenly want to check his travel records?”

She smiled. “I’m engaged to him, so I want to know more about him.”

Asher thought that was reasonable.

Although he had his doubts, he didn’t press further. “Sure, but it won’t be easy to investigate Cedrick’sitinerary. I’ll need some time.”

“How long do you need?”

“At the earliest, tomorrow afternoon.”

…

Gwendolyn stayed awake the entire night.

She hadn’t been getting quality rest over the past six months; however, during the recent two nightsshe spent alone with Cedrick, she slept surprisingly well that she almost didn’t wake up for the entirenight. Perhaps by tomorrow, all my doubts will be cleared.