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 crime scene?”

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

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

are coming back to life!”

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

youngsters quickly hopped into the

for her to recall

up. Frey has

need to go after them!” she replied

a helicopter. Several hours were enough for them to take

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

people wouldn’t have taken Freya. They used me as bait. I’m going after

had. brought along. He knew the effects of the enemy’s drugged bullets should

He clenched his teeth. “Those people did this intentionally. Why

to him and said, “They

his brother’s killer escape, yet the bandaged wounds on his legs seemed to taunt

them and prevent them from contacting more people, including Radley’s associates, then why spare their

your hands like this. Don’t

asked, blood dripping from

as he looked into the distance. “We

executives reporting their work. After the meeting, he