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

remained calm and

she reached for the peeled oranges that Maverick had prepared, someone unexpectedly grabbed her

Maverick with a handkerchief, half-crouched by

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

It’s dirty.

remained silent, contentedly indulging in Maverick’s

last orange,

Samantha’s hair clung to her head, soaked with

looked disheveled and pitiful; her agony was so intense that

calculated, pinpointing areas

looked like a bloody rag doll, but

could not help but take a second glance at

had assumed he would be kind and compassionate, but it turned out he was pretty

she pondered this, Gwendolyn subtly glanced at Maverick but

dress, and gestured

regained her freedom, she hurried

is just repayment for the debt from

million have been in the Lane family’s

take matters into my own hands?” Shirley remained silent as

not actually expect a response from

for their departure but then remembered the explosion that had occurred

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

the Lane residence were terrified by

their panic, they completely forgot to attend to Samantha, who

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

hand, was completely unfazed as she carried on without

near, Gwendolyn leisurely savored the glimmering sunlight

have been warm, she still found it

Shadow Bell were given

there was still plenty of time in the afternoon, Gwendolyn had Nico and Neville escort Maverick back to the villa while she made

casually completing her work tasks, Gwendolyn left the office half an hour ahead

was already aware of Gwendolyn’s afternoon incident at

her a freshly brewed cup

family for many years, and

be prepared for what

accepted the coffee, her

be more worried if Shirley didn’t give me any trouble,” she

Gwendolyn’s words, Treyton recognized her determination

her hair, but Gwendolyn gently held his hand in place as her expression turned

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

with a deep voice, “He clearly had ulterior

hadn’t come,

to take credit for it in front of

a sigh, Gwendolyn placed her coffee cup down