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.”

flipped the black-suited bodyguard, who

at him and uttered in a solemn tone, “This guy

we put the word out

shook his head. For some reason, he felt

last night, Quintrell is the most skilled among Mr. Wendell’s bodyguards and holds a high status. His whereabouts are often unpredictable

Then, he glanced at the chubby Hamish lying

told him there had to be more to

Mr. Wendell is poles apart from his rumored cold-blooded image. On the other hand, this head of

and felt something with defined edges. It turned out to be a neatly folded piece of

well since you’re from the underworld too, like

behave adequately in front of any of the Federal

be held accountable for his inefficiency, Channing quickly nodded in

room fell back

out the square-shaped object. Upon

folded, forming a stark contrast with the chaotic

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

Joe, pseudonym Hamish Wendell.

familiar yet devilish face

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

Joe used to be one of the best figures in the military

opportunity to declare his doubts about Cedrick attaining

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

who had always been arrogant and self-proclaimed that he was outstandingly talented, Joe was unwilling to admit defeat.

to each other after many rounds of showdown. They later worked together

the fire in Horington

bloodshed everywhere. Cedrick and Joe fought separately,