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.”

into the house and flipped the black-suited bodyguard, who

he looked closely at him and uttered in a

but a mere bodyguard. Why don’t we put the word out there that Mr. Wendell is still alive and capture a few

For some reason, he

Swain gave me last night, Quintrell is the most skilled among Mr. Wendell’s bodyguards

Then, he glanced at the chubby

him there had to be

what happened earlier, Mr. Wendell is poles apart from his rumored cold-blooded image. On

defined edges. It turned out to be

out of the pocket when he furrowed his brows and raised his head. “Mr. Kron, you should know the rules well since you’re from the underworld too, like Mr. Wendell. I’m sure it’s easier for you to do certain

all, he even had to behave adequately in front

for his inefficiency, Channing quickly

the room fell back

departure, Cedrick took out the square-shaped object. Upon opening

contrast with the chaotic scene.

goes around, comes around. Your tactics are bizarre, like always. But this time,

Joe, pseudonym Hamish Wendell.

familiar yet devilish face

on the note, Cedrick descended into deep

and Joe used to be one of the best figures in

about Cedrick attaining the title of the king of the military and thus called for a

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

was outstandingly talented, Joe was unwilling to admit defeat. As such, he continuously called

many rounds of showdown. They later worked together and became

in Horington

separately, but Cedrick learned of the devastating news shortly after—a fire broke