The Ex and Her Riches

“I’ve even hurt myself. Please forgive me, Darling,” pleaded Cedrick in a soft voice.

Not bothered about the dirt on Gwendolyn’s body, he pulled her into his embrace.

He even wished he could envelop her body in his own so they would forever be inseparable.

Being able to embrace her warm body and listen to her heartbeat, Cedrick gradually regained his composure.

Gwendolyn sighed. Wrapping her arms around the man’s waist, she deeply inhaled the reassuring scent of his body.

On the ground, Hamish was yelling away and making a fuss, almost like a pig waiting to be slaughtered. It took Jasper much effort to tie him up.

He then lifted his head and saw the couple cuddling each other tightly a distance away. As much as he did not want to ruin the atmosphere, he had no choice but to do so. “Mr. Jenson…”

Cedrick let go of Gwendolyn and held her hand as they walked over. His gaze grew sharp at once as it landed on Hamish.

He bent down, drew out his gun, and pointed it at Hamish’s chin. “You used the milk powder contamination incident to harm the wealthy families’ babies. What exactly is your motive?”

Hamish refused to answer no matter what. A brief moment later, he seemingly fell into a daze, and his gaze gradually turned unfocused.

“This is bad!” Jasper hastily pried open his mouth to take a look. “He must’ve taken poison when he screamed so wildly just now. Should we send him to the hospital immediately for emergency treatment?”

Cedrick shook his head. “By the way he looks, it must be a deadly poison. That’s typical of what the underworld gangs would do, especially to higher-ups who hold top secrets. There’s no way to revive him.”

The other bodyguards of Hamish, who were not too far away, were all seized. But since they were only but lackeys, Cedrick figured he would not get a single shred of information from them.

The man swept his gaze across the faces of those bodyguards, and upon sensing something amiss, he uttered, “Where’s the head of the bodyguard who always turns up for negotiations? Why isn’t he around?”

Realization dawned on Channing. “Quintrell? He’s in the house. He was still trying to resist when the fight broke out earlier, so my subordinate knocked him unconscious.”

house and flipped the black-suited bodyguard, who was lying unconsciously on the

looked closely at him and

Jenson, he’s only but a mere bodyguard. Why don’t we put the word out there that Mr. Wendell is still alive and capture a few more useful people to get more

shook his head. For some reason, he felt that something was

last night, Quintrell is the most skilled among Mr. Wendell’s bodyguards and holds a

substitute. Then, he glanced at the chubby Hamish lying

him there had to be more to the matter

earlier, Mr. Wendell is poles apart from his rumored

the deceased’s pockets and felt something with defined edges. It turned out to be a neatly folded

rules well since you’re from the underworld too, like Mr. Wendell. I’m sure it’s easier for you to do certain things. Since there’s nothing much here, why don’t

dared not disobey Cedrick’s order. After all, he even had to behave adequately in front of any of the

inefficiency, Channing quickly nodded in servility. “I’ll go right

the room fell back into

departure, Cedrick took out the square-shaped object.

folded, forming a stark contrast with the

are bizarre, like always. But this time, you’ll definitely be defeated

Joe, pseudonym Hamish Wendell.

face emerged before

deep thought. The

one of the best

Cedrick attaining

two competed in all aspects, including agility, knowledge, and group combat skills. Unfortunately,

and self-proclaimed that he was outstandingly talented, Joe was

of showdown. They later worked together and became comrades, and that caused a

the fire in

disguised themselves among the citizens and caused chaos, resulting in bloodshed everywhere. Cedrick and Joe fought separately, but Cedrick learned of the devastating news shortly after—a fire broke out at the battlefield where Joe