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?”

bad. Did we stumble

for his phone. “We better call the police.” Just as he

moisture, Inken’s body was damp as he glared in the direction the convoy had departed. After a moment, he nudged Brisa beside him.

shit, the dead are coming back to life!” one of the boys

own business and leave this place,” he said with a

hopped into the car and sped

it didn’t take long for her to recall

expression grew colder. “First, wake everyone up. Frey has already been taken by

go after

transportation, maybe even a helicopter. Several hours were enough for them to take

he said, burdened by the weight of the situation. He couldn’t help but acknowledge the exceptional hiding skills of Strategist and his team, evidenced by their unnoticed

have taken Freya. They used me as bait. I’m going after Strategist myself.

rousing everyone they had. brought along. He knew the effects of the enemy’s drugged bullets should be wearing off

had been treated and bandaged. He clenched

to him and said, “They didn’t dare to.”

hands clawed at the ground in anger. He couldn’t let his brother’s killer escape, yet the bandaged wounds on his legs seemed to taunt his helplessness.”

contacting more people, including Radley’s associates, then why spare their lives? Were they afraid Freya wouldn’t reveal the

helped Michael up, urging, “Don’t destroy your hands like this. Don’t you want to avenge

what’s our next move?” Michael asked, blood dripping from

looked into the distance. “We need to gather all our

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