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.

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

and contented as

reached for the peeled oranges that Maverick

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

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

It’s dirty.

silent, contentedly indulging in Maverick’s

eating the last orange, Nico

Samantha’s hair clung to her head,

her agony was so intense

were deviously calculated, pinpointing areas that inflicted

sight, Samantha looked like a bloody rag

help but take a second glance at

and compassionate, but it

pondered this, Gwendolyn subtly glanced at Maverick but chose not to say

dress, and

hurried to

Shirley, “This is just repayment for the debt from

eight billion and eight hundred million have been in the Lane family’s hands for

or should I take matters into my own

not actually expect a response

but then remembered the

result, she ordered the destruction of all the luxury cars at the Lane residence and had the orange tree in the backyard taken away, as she had a fondness for its

were terrified by Gwendolyn’s sudden raid, causing them

panic, they completely forgot to attend to Samantha, who had collapsed

for the rest of your life!” Shirley’s enraged and vengeful cry could still be heard from behind

unfazed as she carried on without even

drew near, Gwendolyn leisurely savored the

it might not have been warm, she still found it refreshing, leaving her

of Shadow Bell were given orders to

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

Gwendolyn left the office half an hour ahead of schedule to meet

Gwendolyn’s afternoon incident at the Lane residence, finding it both

a freshly brewed

for many years, and

let this go easily, so be prepared for

the coffee, her

if Shirley didn’t give

Gwendolyn’s words, Treyton recognized her determination and felt

held

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

with a deep voice, “He clearly had ulterior

if he hadn’t come, I would have

the audacity to take credit for

sigh, Gwendolyn placed her coffee cup down and headed for the