The Ex and Her Riches

Gwendolyn gave a careless wave of her hand. “It’s nothing.”

“The trade-off has been set for ten o’clock tomorrow morning, so you’ll have to be patient for a little longer. Mr. Wendell demanded thirty billion to agree to meet with Mr. Jenson in person.”

“He finally caved. At least everything I’ve gone through these past few days hasn’t been in vain. Bind me tightly tomorrow. If you don’t, I’m afraid I won’t be able to restrain myself from tearing him into a million pieces.” Her expression darkened as she spoke. How dare he harm innocent babies. Even if I were to stab his body a thousand times, I’d still think he deserved it!

Over on Broadbay Hill, the thick canopy of trees obstructed the view of the sky and blocked out any light. The air was so hot and humid that it almost felt suffocating.

Hamish’s bodyguards brought Gwendolyn to the mountain range before it was even dawn.

As they started preparing for Cedrick’s arrival, they left her, all trussed up, on a bare bed frame inside a shabby wooden cabin. Sweat mingled with dust ran down her face. Propped against the headboard, she had her eyes closed, looking drained and weary.

Meanwhile, Jasper stood silently on one side and occasionally glanced at the watch on his wrist.

It was almost time.

Two coughs sounded, some rustling, then heavy footsteps approached.

“Hahaha! Your reputation precedes you, Mr. Kron. Sure enough, now that we finally meet, I can see you’re no ordinary person indeed.”

No one walked through the door. Instead, a big, protruding belly first came into view, then a fierce-looking face wearing a sinister smile.

After Channing heard that remark, his lips twitched. He had no idea what to say in response. “I can’t compare to you, Mr. Wendell. You’re truly… just like everything I’ve heard about you. You’re known far and wide.”

In truth, the fat man before him was nothing like the intelligent Mr. Wendell in the rumors.

The man walked over and extended a hand politely. “Hamish Wendell.”

At that moment, there was a knock on the wooden door.

is it?” Channing’s guard

across from him, stood up and explained in a light tone, “Oh, I forgot to tell you that Mr. Wendell has set up

asked solemnly, “I see you’re a man of action, Mr. Wendell. What sort of ambush

of his eye. I hope Mr. Jenson hears this and plans some preemptive

“Nothing much. I’ve set up ambushes at the foot of the mountain and at the

quietly, thinking that they could all meet their end that

moving to point toward the top of the

billion is inside the car. I’ve delivered it on the dot. The documents for my resignation from the Federal Bureau of Investigation have

the wooden cabin

he noticed there was no other sound at all

cabin, Hamish stretched his plump hands toward Gwendolyn with a greedy look in his eyes. “Did you hear that? Your husband is here. Do you think he’d like to see

hand was about to touch Gwendolyn, Jasper grabbed him by his wrist and interrupted, “Mr. Wendell, we

a temper when he inadvertently caught sight of Gwendolyn with her eyes tightly shut. Her eyelashes were trembling slightly. Pushing Jasper

as he spoke and dragged her out of

after being kidnapped

like a piece of paper pinched between Hamish’s fingers. A pang shot

he knew what Hamish said was untrue, his eyes reddened. It concealed

better know what you’re talking about. I’ve brought what you wanted, so return her to me

solely on Gwendolyn’s

“Sure. I can give her to you. However, since

Cedrick replied without

that?” Instantly becoming excited, Hamish flicked his right hand and tossed a dagger at Cedrick’s feet. “Rumor has it that you’re quite skilled, and nobody has

“What’s wrong? You can’t bring yourself to do it? As long

dagger, and

case. As it turns out,

across his face. It seemed as though he was wondering where

and drew it across his skin. Soon, droplets of blood began to fall onto the dry