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.

“No, don’t… Ahh!” The air was filled with blood-curdling screaMs. Shirley, who

and contented as she

oranges that Maverick had prepared, someone unexpectedly grabbed her

with a handkerchief,

glance and explained in a low, raspy

It’s dirty.

Gwendolyn remained silent, contentedly

eating the last orange,

and drenched in fresh blood, Samantha’s hair clung

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

deviously calculated, pinpointing areas that inflicted intense

like a bloody rag doll, but in reality, her wounds were

but take

compassionate, but it turned out he

pondered this, Gwendolyn subtly glanced at Maverick but chose not

stood up, smoothed her dress, and gestured for Shirley to

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

Shirley, “This is just repayment for the debt from the charity

been in the Lane family’s hands for quite some time

want to return it yourselves, or should I take matters into my own hands?” Shirley remained silent as she glared

expect a

then remembered the explosion that had occurred in her car the

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

terrified by Gwendolyn’s sudden raid, causing them

forgot to attend to Samantha, who had collapsed in front of

life!” Shirley’s enraged and vengeful cry could still be heard from behind as they

was completely unfazed as she carried

Gwendolyn leisurely savored

warm, she

of Shadow Bell were

Gwendolyn had Nico and Neville escort Maverick back to the villa while

the office half

already aware of Gwendolyn’s afternoon incident at

handed her a freshly brewed

for many years, and her network in Fairlake is

let this go easily, so be

the coffee, her expression

be more worried if Shirley didn’t give me any

he heard Gwendolyn’s words, Treyton recognized

affectionately tousled her hair, but Gwendolyn gently held his

the matter? Shouldn’t you be happy that you’ve just settled your scores 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 grave and serious

he replied with a deep voice, “He clearly had

hadn’t come, I would

now he has the audacity to take credit for

her coffee