My Ex-wife's Hidden Personalities

Moonblade felt a deep pang of sadness, as though the man she idolized had completely ignored her.

However, Jamie noticed her gaze and smirked without saying anything.

Soon, their convoy in a grand departure.

On a quiet country road, dozens of people lay scattered about. This village had received official approval for reconstruction, and its residents had been relocated to a distant town. In the dead of night, the road was deserted, with only moonlight illuminating the figures on the ground.

At dawn, a pickup truck appeared on the road, carrying several young people who chatted and laughed.

“This camping trip is gonna be a blast. I heard there might be wolves up in Mount Lanpo by the river. Can’t wait to find out,” the girl in the backseat giggled.

As they chatted, the car suddenly stopped.

“What’s going on?” someone asked.

The young man at the wheel panicked and pointed ahead. Only then did everyone notice a dozen cars. parked on the road.

Even more horrifying, next to these cars were dozens of bodies scattered on the ground. The scene was spine-chilling on this remote country road.

“What the heck is happening?”

“Should we call the police?”

Did we stumble upon

car, surveyed the area, and reached for his phone. “We better

moisture, Inken’s body was damp as he glared in the

dead are coming back to life!” one of the

youngsters in the pickup truck. “Mind your own business and leave this place,” he said with a cold, eerie

quickly hopped into the car and sped

long for her to recall everything. She turned to him urgently. “Where’s

colder. “First, wake everyone up. Frey has already been

after them!” she replied resolutely.

transportation, maybe even a helicopter. Several hours were enough for them to take Freya to Florin or even abroad. He clenched

the situation. He couldn’t help but acknowledge the exceptional hiding skills of Strategist and his team, evidenced by their unnoticed stay in Caltun. Unfortunately, they had taken Freya,

eyes turned red. “If it weren’t for me, those people wouldn’t have taken Freya. They

for now,” Inken suggested. They split up, rousing everyone they had. brought along. He knew the effects of the enemy’s drugged bullets should be wearing

wounds had been treated and bandaged. He clenched his teeth.

to him and said, “They

He couldn’t let his brother’s killer escape, yet the bandaged wounds on his

them and prevent them from contacting more people, including Radley’s associates, then why spare their lives? Were they afraid Freya wouldn’t

“Don’t destroy your hands like this.

asked,

turned cold as he looked into the distance. “We need

listening to executives reporting their work.