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,

calm and

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

and saw Maverick with a handkerchief, half-crouched by

in a low, raspy voice, “You’ve got a

It’s dirty.

remained silent, contentedly

last orange, Nico completed his task

blood, Samantha’s hair clung

was

areas that inflicted intense pain

looked like a bloody rag doll, but in reality, her

help but take

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

at Maverick but

her dress, and gestured for

freedom, she hurried to Samantha’s side, bawling

warned Shirley, “This is just repayment for the

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

return it yourselves, or should I take matters into my own hands?” Shirley remained

actually expect a

departure but then remembered the explosion that had occurred in

had the orange tree in the backyard taken away,

terrified by Gwendolyn’s sudden raid, causing them

forgot to attend to Samantha, who had collapsed

I’ll have you locked up for the rest of your life!” Shirley’s enraged and vengeful cry could still be heard from behind as they left the entrance of

was completely unfazed

leisurely savored

might not have been warm, she still found it

Shadow Bell were given orders to

plenty of time in the afternoon, Gwendolyn had Nico and Neville escort Maverick back to the villa

the office half an hour ahead of

Gwendolyn’s afternoon incident at the

handed her a freshly brewed cup of

has been in charge of the Lane family for

won’t let this go easily, so be prepared for what

Gwendolyn casually accepted the coffee,

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

Treyton recognized her determination and

gently held his hand in place 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

a deep voice,

come, I would

he has the audacity to take credit

coffee cup down and