Wooing My Ex-Wife

The humiliating memories were brought to mind.

Samantha glared at Gwendolyn while her gaze was filled with a fierce hatred that made her look murderous.

“I have no idea where they are.

And even if I did, I wouldn’t share that with you! In fact, I’m still hoping for them to kill you!” “So, you’re not telling, huh?” Despite the gentle tone of Gwendolyn’s voice, her eyes held a trace of coldness.

“Well then, it’s time for us to settle the score.

” Gwendolyn paused briefly, retracting the dagger from Samantha’s chin and shifting it slowly to her right shoulder blade.

“When my car exploded that day, a shard accidentally cut my shoulder.

Let’s start there.

” Fear filled Samantha’s eyes as her face grew pale, and she vigorously shook her head.

“No, please! It had nothing to do with me! It was your own carelessness… Ahh!” A piercing scream then echoed across the horizon.

With icy brutality, Gwendolyn raised her hand and plunged the dagger down.

Samantha shivered in agony, her body drenched in a cold sweat, while blood seeped from her shoulder, staining her white dress.

Samantha glared angrily at Gwendolyn with frustration and warned, “Just wait and see, you wicked woman! I won’t let you get away with this!” Gwendolyn commented, “You still have the energy to curse, so it seems you’re not in much pain.

” She then moved the dagger closer to Samantha’s pale arm and offered, “I’ll give you one last chance.

Where are the people backing you and Natasha?” Samantha bit her lip fiercely as Gwendolyn prepared to strike again.

Samantha then hurriedly exclaimed, “I have no clue; I swear! He never revealed his identity to me.

He only informs me when there’s a mission, and he also has Natasha with him.

I genuinely don’t know!” Gwendolyn stared at Samantha for a moment; she then put away the dagger and sat back down on the recliner.

Samantha thought that Gwendolyn had spared her.

However, she barely had a chance to relax when she saw Gwendolyn pass the knife to Nico, her voice calm yet chillingly merciless.

“I had a knife wound on my arm that day, but Elven and Ezra were slashed countless times.

Take care of this; you know what to do.

” Having received that sudden instruction, Nico paused briefly and then happily received the dagger.

“Don’t worry; I’ll take care of it.

You can count on me.

blood-curdling screaMs. Shirley, who was standing nearby, was deeply distressed by that

and contented as she

for the peeled oranges that Maverick had prepared, someone

with a handkerchief, half-crouched by her side, tenderly

a low, raspy voice, “You’ve got a little

It’s dirty.

remained silent, contentedly indulging in Maverick’s attentive

finished eating the last orange, Nico completed his task

and drenched in fresh blood, Samantha’s

looked disheveled and pitiful; her agony was

deviously calculated, pinpointing areas that inflicted intense pain without

a bloody rag doll, but in

not help but take a second glance at

and compassionate, but it turned

subtly glanced at

dress, and

she hurried

for

been in the Lane

return it yourselves, or should I take matters into my

expect a response from

people to prepare for their departure but then

the luxury cars at the Lane residence and had the orange tree in the backyard taken away, as she had a

Lane residence were terrified by Gwendolyn’s sudden raid, causing

attend to Samantha, who had collapsed

over! I’ll make sure you pay for this! I’ll have you locked up for the rest of your life!” Shirley’s enraged and vengeful

completely unfazed as she carried on without

Gwendolyn leisurely savored the glimmering sunlight along the

warm, she still found it refreshing, leaving her

Bell were given orders to silently

Neville escort

the office half an hour ahead

of Gwendolyn’s afternoon incident at the Lane residence,

handed her a freshly brewed

family for many years, and her network

so be prepared for what is coming

accepted the coffee,

if Shirley didn’t give me

words, Treyton recognized her

Gwendolyn gently held his hand in

at the Lane residence? “Treyton…” Gwendolyn paused, her gaze meeting Treyton’s as she asked, “Did Maverick go to Crane Bridge on the night of the charity gala? Was he the one who jumped into the river to rescue me?” Treyton’s face then turned

with a

if he hadn’t come,

has the audacity to take

coffee cup down and