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.”

black-suited bodyguard, who was lying unconsciously on

shades, he looked closely at him and uttered in a solemn tone, “This guy isn’t

took Channing aback. “How is that possible? Mr. Jenson, he’s only but a mere bodyguard. Why don’t we put the word out there that Mr. Wendell is still alive and

For some reason, he felt that something

most skilled among Mr. Wendell’s bodyguards

he glanced at the chubby Hamish lying outside

be more to the matter

yet Mr. Wendell is dead just like that? Judging from what happened earlier, Mr. Wendell is poles apart from his rumored cold-blooded image. On the other hand, this head of bodyguard seems more

defined edges. It turned out

you’re from the underworld too, like Mr. Wendell. I’m sure it’s easier for you

behave adequately in front of any

for his inefficiency, Channing quickly nodded in

room fell

the square-shaped object. Upon opening it, he realized

piece of paper was clean and neatly folded, forming a stark contrast

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

Joe, pseudonym Hamish Wendell.

familiar yet devilish face emerged before

on the note, Cedrick descended into deep thought. The memories he had sealed for a long

used to be one of the best figures in the military

attaining the title of the king of the military and

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

and self-proclaimed that he was outstandingly talented, Joe was unwilling to admit defeat.

after many rounds of showdown. They later worked together and became comrades,

the fire in Horington afterward changed

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 was