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?”

we stumble upon

“We better call the police.” Just as he finished

was damp as he glared in the direction the convoy had departed. After a

coming back to life!”

truck. “Mind your own business and leave

youngsters quickly hopped into the

it didn’t take long for her to

colder. “First, wake everyone up. Frey

to go after them!” she

hours ago.” He knew those people could have easily arranged for transportation, maybe even a helicopter. Several hours were enough for them to take Freya to Florin or even abroad. He clenched his teeth, recalling her plea before she left,

situation. He couldn’t help but acknowledge the exceptional hiding skills of Strategist and his

for me, those people wouldn’t have taken Freya. They used me

now,” Inken suggested. They split up, rousing everyone they had. brought along. He knew the effects of

bandaged. He clenched

to him and said,

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

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, they should have used them to pressure her. The other

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

move?” Michael asked,

as he looked into the distance. “We need to

the morning. Radley sat restlessly in a conference room, listening to executives reporting their work. After the