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

remained calm and contented as she

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

her head and saw Maverick with a handkerchief, half-crouched by

caught Gwendolyn’s glance and explained in a low, raspy voice, “You’ve got a little blood

It’s dirty.

remained silent, contentedly indulging in Maverick’s

finished eating the last orange,

fresh blood, Samantha’s hair clung to her head,

her agony was so

maneuvers were deviously calculated, pinpointing areas that inflicted intense pain without

a bloody rag

help but take a

be kind and compassionate, but it

subtly glanced at Maverick but chose not

dress, and

her freedom, she hurried to Samantha’s side, bawling her

for the debt from the charity gala

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

I take matters into my own hands?” Shirley remained silent as she glared at Gwendolyn

not actually expect a response

departure but then

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

residence were terrified by Gwendolyn’s sudden

their panic, they completely forgot to attend to Samantha, who had collapsed in front

you locked up for the rest of your life!” Shirley’s enraged and vengeful cry could

other hand, was completely unfazed as she carried

savored the glimmering

have been warm, she still found it

Shadow Bell

in the afternoon, Gwendolyn had Nico and Neville escort Maverick back to the villa while she made her

her work tasks, Gwendolyn left the office half an hour ahead of schedule to meet up

of Gwendolyn’s afternoon incident at the Lane

a

of the Lane family for many years, and her network in Fairlake

this go easily, so be prepared

casually accepted the coffee, her

if Shirley didn’t give me

Treyton

gently held his hand in place as

“Treyton…” Gwendolyn paused, her gaze meeting Treyton’s as she asked, “Did Maverick go to Crane Bridge on the night of the charity

with a deep voice, “He clearly had

if he hadn’t come, I

the audacity to take credit for it in front of

a sigh, Gwendolyn placed her coffee cup down and headed