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 a

phone. “We better call the police.” Just as he finished speaking, he noticed a figure trembling as it stood in the

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

to

own

hopped into the car and sped

for her to

up. Frey has

go after them!” she replied resolutely.

even a helicopter. Several hours

the exceptional hiding skills of Strategist and his team, evidenced

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

on waking up our people for now,” Inken suggested. They split up, rousing everyone they had. brought along. He

consciousness, he noticed his leg wounds had been treated and bandaged. He clenched his teeth. “Those people did this intentionally. Why didn’t they just

and said,

ground in anger. He couldn’t let his brother’s

furrowed his brow, sensing something was amiss about the previous day’s events. If the other party had used tranquilizer bullets to delay them and prevent them from contacting more people, including Radley’s associates, then why spare their lives? Were they afraid Freya wouldn’t reveal the book’s location? In that case,

hands like this. Don’t you want to avenge Eugene?”

Michael asked,

turned cold as he looked into the distance. “We

in the morning. Radley sat restlessly in a conference room, listening to executives reporting their work. After the meeting, he walked out and spotted