Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right by Minerva Sowle

Chapter 261 Whose Problem

Cedrick’s expression turned dark, and he didn’t say a word.

Nico continued, “Boss, you should restrain yourselves. Overindulging in your desires can harm your

health!”

Cedrick’s 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, “I 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.”

The truth is always bitter to swallow.

Nico’s words weren’t pleasant to the ears, but he was telling the truth.

Cedrick wasn’t a tyrant, so he gave a nod in agreement.

He soon received an urgent email from the Federal Bureau of Investigation about Chanaea’s border.

Cedrick clicked into it and put on a stern expression. “An organization is causing trouble at the border.

Pack up, and we’ll leave tomorrow night.”

“Got it, Boss.”

When Gwendolyn woke up, it was almost noon.

Cedrick knew she was exhausted and didn’t 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 man’s 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.

Gwendolyn’s 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. “Reinvestigate 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.”

“Calm down, Boss. I’ll get to it right away!”

Gwendolyn ended the call and stared at Evelyn’s details, her gaze darkening.

Since I took over Shadow Bell, they have never failed in investigating anything. If they couldn’t even

uncover her identity, that means that Evelyn’s 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 Walter’s 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.

“Hello, Old Mr. Jenson.”

Valentino greeted her with a warm smile and nodded approvingly. He came over to her with the help of

his walking stick and asked, “Gwendolyn, you’ve been staying with Cedrick recently. Have you adjusted

well to the new living arrangement?”

“Yes, don’t worry. Ceddy treats me well.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” Valentino replied with a satisfied smile.

His gaze traveled down Gwendolyn’s face and settled on her stomach. “Considering how harmonious

you two seem, why haven’t you conceived yet? Kiddo, please avoid taking any contraceptive measures

as they can be detrimental to your health. Don’t worry. If you become pregnant, I promise to organize a

magnificent wedding for you.”

Gwendolyn felt the tips of her ears turning red hearing an elder broach such intimate matters. She

responded with an awkward smile, saying, “I understand, Old Mr. Jenson.”

Pregnant? I dare not get pregnant. If Asher finds out, he’ll 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 I’m 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 person’s 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 lady’s hand was

fair and tightly textured, contradicting the appearance of an elderly woman.

She was about to take a closer look when the “elderly woman” stealthily slipped into the building

through the staff lane, taking advantage of a moment when the staff was not paying attention.

Jennifer’s shooting was in progress on the twenty–second floor of the Barner building.

The photoshoot for this month’s magazine cover had already been completed, with–Jennifer delivering

an exceptional performance. Impressed by her skills, the director at Barner decided to enlist her for

several in–page column shoots.

Everyone was focused on the shoot, unaware of an “elderly lady” 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 lady’s vicious gaze was fixed on Jennifer the moment she entered the scene.

Quietly, she inched nearer to Jennifer without attracting attention.

“All right, that’s a wrap for this set. We still have two more sets to go, but let’s take a thirty–minute

break. Great job, Jennifer! You’re doing fantastic!” the director praised, acknowledging her

performance.

The rest of the staff clapped in unison.

Jennifer bowed to everyone. “Thank you, everyone. My manager prepared some coffee, so please help

yourselves.”

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 “elderly woman” lurking in the corner.

“Jennifer Weller! I want your reputation ruined!”

Without warning, the bucket of filthy water was thrown in Jennifer’s direction.

Caught off guard, she couldn’t 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 Jennifer’s eyes, causing her to instinctively rub them in an attempt to alleviate

the pain. Despite her efforts, she couldn’t open her eyes due to the intense discomfort.

Everyone had walked away to get coffee and couldn’t react in time. The “elderly lady” immediately

tossed the bucket away and pulled out the dagger she had prepared earlier, charging toward Jennifer.

“Die, you b*tch!”

Many staff screamed in terror at the sight of the dagger, but they were too far away to stop the attacker.

“Be careful!”

Fortunately, the bloodshed didn’t occur.

Before the dagger could stab into Jennifer’s stomach, it came to a halt.

A pair of hands had emerged out of nowhere to grab the wrist of the “elderly lady.”