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.

it?” Channing’s guard went

been sitting across from him, stood up and explained in a light tone, “Oh, I forgot to tell you that Mr. Wendell has set up an ambush nearby to prevent anything from interrupting the trade-off. That’s just someone here to report to me on the

Channing’s face froze, and he asked solemnly, “I see you’re a man of action, Mr. Wendell.

Jasper a look out of the corner of his eye. I hope

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

that they could all meet their end that day if

second hand ticked away steadily, moving to point toward the top

is inside the car. I’ve delivered it on the

of the wooden cabin and

of insects buzzing and birds chirping while on the mountain. However, he noticed there was no other sound at all when he spoke. That could only mean

with a greedy look in his eyes. “Did you hear that? Your husband is here. Do you think he’d like

Jasper grabbed him by his wrist and interrupted, “Mr.

Her eyelashes were

gripped the rope tying Gwendolyn’s wrists together as he spoke and dragged her out

said, “Look at your wife, Cedrick! Look at how filthy she has become after being kidnapped for a few days. How can she be worthy of you? Why don’t you give

a piece of paper pinched between Hamish’s fingers. A pang shot through his heart as

was untrue, his eyes reddened. It concealed the terrifyingly

return her to me

around him, his focus was solely on Gwendolyn’s frail figure. He seemed worried she would disappear in

her to you. However, since we’ve had

replied

Hamish flicked his right hand and tossed a dagger at Cedrick’s feet. “Rumor has it that you’re quite

bring yourself to do it?

bent down, slowly picked up the dagger, and unsheathed it. The blade

you afraid? I heard that you love your wife as much as your own life, but it appears that’s not the case. As

dagger, determination etched across his face. It seemed

at his wrist resolutely and drew it across his skin. Soon, droplets