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

Foreign Land should escape first. I’ll hold

I will not

and deftly removed her heels, which hindered her movements. Then, she rushed into the crowd bare-footed, wrenching a baseball bat off one of their

join in the fray and check on

five minutes, after which the streets were

enemies.

Bang!

amid the chaos, and she grunted as blood streamed

back against the immense ache that

weighed on her reaction time, and she failed to dodge a blow to the back of her head.

“Gwenny!”

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

He shot their enemies a vicious glare and threatened, “Don’t even dream about leaving

assessing its prey with a

spin. Her vision was turning hazy, and she found herself pressing closer to

his arms to protect her from further

keeping a lookout for snipers at the same time proved to be an

had lost their upper hand

welcome blare of police sirens soon filled the air.

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

attackers knew their baseball bats were no match for the policemen’s

Gwendolyn and Cedrick. Neal, who had also traveled to the accident site, hurried

Gwendolyn had passed out in Cedrick’s 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 say he’s about half a kilometer away

“On it.”

dispatched a team of officers to search

stared at Gwendolyn’s injured elbow. He warned through gritted teeth, “My wife and I ran into danger,in your territory, Neal. You owe me a detailed investigation. I want

worry. I will turn every stone

matter of national importance to Astoria, given that the victims were the head of Chanaea’s Federal Bureau of Investigation and his wife, who were visiting on

up to the accident site in minutes.

assailants and

carried

Gwendolyn’s gunshot

elbow, which put

and never let go. He was swimming in guilt and fury

its removal required forceps. A paramedic approached

extended his hand and