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.

The air was filled with blood-curdling screaMs. Shirley, who was standing nearby, was deeply distressed by that

and contented as she

she reached for the peeled oranges that

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

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

It’s dirty.

remained silent, contentedly

the last orange, Nico

in wounds and drenched in fresh blood, Samantha’s hair clung to her head,

disheveled and pitiful; her agony was so intense that she instantly

deviously calculated, pinpointing areas

bloody rag doll, but in reality,

could not help but take

be kind and compassionate,

at Maverick but chose not to

stood up, smoothed her dress, and gestured for

her freedom, she hurried

for the debt from

million have been in the Lane family’s hands for quite some

or should I take matters into my own hands?” Shirley

actually expect a response from

for their departure but then remembered the explosion that had

Lane residence and had the orange tree in the backyard taken away,

the Lane residence were terrified by Gwendolyn’s sudden raid, causing them to shake in

completely forgot to attend to Samantha, who had

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

completely unfazed as

winter drew near, Gwendolyn leisurely savored the glimmering sunlight along the

it might not have been warm, she still

Bell were given orders to silently return to their

Gwendolyn had Nico and Neville escort Maverick back to the villa while she made her way to

Gwendolyn left the office half an hour ahead of schedule

was already aware of Gwendolyn’s afternoon incident at the Lane residence, finding

her a freshly brewed cup

of the Lane family for many years, and her network

so be prepared for

Gwendolyn casually accepted the coffee,

if Shirley didn’t give

heard Gwendolyn’s words, Treyton

held his

“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?”

he replied with a deep voice,

hadn’t come, I would

now he has the audacity to take credit for it

her coffee cup down and headed for the