The Ex and Her Riches

The truck was rapidly closing in on Cedrick and Gwendolyn’s cab, leaving them with little time to formulate a plan.

The cab doors and windows were locked, and the driver was frantically swerving the streets to avoid a collision with the truck.

Right in the nick of time, Cedrick raised his laptop and slammed it against the passenger side window. The sound of glass shattering stung their ears.

Cedrick turned around, intending to switch seats with Gwendolyn so she could jump out of the moving cab first.

She rejected his offer and urged. “We’re running out of time. Go. I’ll come right after you.”

The truck was seconds away from ramming into the cab. Cedrick promptly jumped out of the cab, rolling several times across the ground before coming to a stop on the side of the road.

He was followed closely by Gwendolyn.

Bang!

The truck crashed into the cab barely a second after Gwendolyn made her escape, filling the air with ear- splitting noise.

Inertia caused the truck to continue speeding after its collision, and it was headed straight for Gwendolyn

She nimbly jumped out of the way, and the truck was finally forced to a stop when it collided with a roadside wall.

The unfortunate cab driver did not have the guts to jump out of his car and ended up in a pool of his own blood.

Cedrick immediately checked Gwendolyn for injuries. She shook her head and said reassuringly, “Don’t worry. I’m fine.”

They stood on the roadside, ascertaining the severity of the accident and digesting their close brush with death.

Cedrick quickly dialed Neal’s number and said, “My wife and I were ambushed in a car chase on our way to the airport. I’m sending you my coordinates. Get your men here as soon as possible.”

He was about to send Neal their location coordinates after their call when the swing doors of the truck opened. A group of masked, bat-wielding men jumped out of the vehicle and walked toward the couple menacingly.

A fight soon broke out, with Cedrick and Gwendolyn going up against forty men.

The situation was rather chaotic but was nothing new for the couple.

Nonetheless, their enemies had more manpower and appropriate weapons. Cedrick and Gwendolyn would run out of energy as the fight dragged on.

Cedrick shielded Gwendolyn and whispered, “These men came for you. You can’t outlast them. You

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I will not leave

she rushed into the crowd bare-footed, wrenching a baseball bat off one of their attackers and taking on ten men at

fray and check on her from

good five minutes, after which the streets were littered with masked

enemies. They quickly gained the upper hand in a few

Bang!

deafening gunshot pierced the air. A stray bullet struck Gwendolyn’s elbow amid the chaos, and she grunted as blood streamed out of the gunshot

against the immense ache

she failed to dodge a

“Gwenny!”

and slumped into Cedrick’s body. She barely managed to remain

arms. He shot their enemies a vicious glare and threatened, “Don’t even

looked like a predator assessing its prey with a

hazy, and she found herself pressing closer

in his arms to protect her from further

a lookout for snipers at the same time proved to be

couple had lost their upper hand

blare of police sirens soon filled

receive Cedrick’s coordinates, quickly realized that something was off and immediately contacted Astoria’s

their baseball bats were no match for the policemen’s guns and beat a

promptly formed a protective barrier around Gwendolyn and Cedrick. Neal, who had also traveled to the accident

arms. Cedrick kept his gaze on her and said frostily, “There’s a sniper somewhere, eight o’clock from where I’m facing. I’d

“On it.”

team of officers to search for a sniper based on Cedrick’s description.

“My wife and I ran into danger,in your territory, Neal. You owe

will turn every stone in this investigation even without

to Astoria, given that the victims were the head of Chanaea’s Federal Bureau of

pulled up to the accident site in

the ambulance, Mr. Jenson. It’s imperative to examine the extent of her injury. I will arrest your assailants and detain them at the police

quickly carried Gwendolyn

Gwendolyn’s gunshot wound.

in Gwendolyn’s elbow, which put her in excruciating pain.

let go. He was swimming in guilt and fury over his wife’s suffering.

was lodged so deeply that its removal required forceps. A paramedic approached Gwendolyn

hand and