Wooing My Ex-Wife

Neal personally visited the police station to assist with the investigations.

The first round of interrogations had wrapped up just as Cedrick and Gwendolyn turned up.

Neal immediately stepped forward when he noticed their arrival.

“Why did you rush over, Ms. Harris? Have all your injuries been treated?”

Gwendolyn opened her pale lips to respond, but Cedrick interjected, “Yes. The doctor said her injuries weren’t too serious, and because Gwenny wanted to investigate this ambush as soon as possible, we decided to come to the police station now.”

His words met with no protests. Neal opened his arms and ushered them into a lounge to rest.

They had barely warmed their seats when Cedrick asked sternly, “How are the interrogations?”

Neal shook his head and said. “They’re skilled assassins bought off the black market anonymously. They were only serving orders and had no idea about their client. And while we didn’t catch the sniper, we’ve sent the bullet removed from Ms. Harris elbow for further analysis. We should have some leads from there soon.”

Astoria practiced strict gun ownership laws. One had to undergo professional evaluations and obtain a license before purchasing a gun.

Once they confirmed the model of the small sniper rifle used in the ambush, they could narrow down their pool of suspects.

Gwendolyn listened to their conversation and could not help but smirk. She commented, “Buying assassins off the black market. What a familiar tactic.”

Her tone surprised Neal, who asked. “Have you encountered such ambushes in the past, Ms. Harris?”

Gwendolyn remained silent.

Cedrick replied in her stead, “Yes. Gwenny’s stepsister, an illegitimate child of the Harris family, once hired forty assassins on the black market to ambush her on Crane Bridge, Fairlake. Thankfully, gun control laws in Chanaca are the strictest in the world, so there were no snipers around.”

A bewildered Neal asked, “She’s just the illegitimate child of a rich family. How did she accomplish that?”

Cedrick fell silent and glanced at Gwendolyn. As expected, her expression had cooled by several degrees.

never been the

was the revelation that Evelyn’s backer was none other than Gwendolyn’s father, Marcus, and Asher’s decision

himself as he witnessed the turmoil in Gwendolyn’s expression. He reached out and clasped her clenched fists, hoping to give

story to their response. He tactfully dropped the topic and instructed his staff to prepare a pot of fruit tea for his

collected herself and snapped out of her reminiscence.

odd Annie and asked Neal, “Mr. Gray, how familiar are you

before replying, “Paul has too many girlfriends. He has enough exes before Annie to form a football team. In fact, I wager he can’t remember some of his ex-girlfriend’s names. He’s inching closer to fifty but still stubbornly living the lifestyle of a playboy bachelor.”

actually has an acumen for business. After his father’s death, he was the sole heir to the family’s wealth, and he put that money

asked. “How long ago did he announce

warm fruit tea before adding. “After talking to Paul over the past few days, I believe his feelings for his current girlfriend are genuine. He cherishes her more than any other woman in his past, and I wonder

the math and worked out the timeline of their

each other in Chanaca, and Annie immediately got the

and resources, it was entirely possible to help Annie secure a new identity if she needed one.

life?

She answered simply. “It’s nothing. I was

theories now would do more harm than good, allowing her enemies to better

Gwendolyn grimaced and massaged the back of her

lightest brush across the bruise sent stinging pain over the back of her head.

his lap. “Don’t think so hard, Gwenny. It’ll tire

nodded weakly and pressed closer to his broad chest.

if you feel

again at her husband’s words and shut her eyes, gradually dozing off in his

felt more apologetic than

hope you’ll accept my deepest apologies. I did not imagine this would delay your return to Chanaca, but rest assured, this matter is our

expression remained lukewarm. He looked down at Gwendolyn and gently stroked her back, hoping

Gwenny across the back of the

“We’re investigating it. We will not

like you to send the culprit to Chanaca once you find him. I will deal with him myself,” said Cedrick coldly.

may be criminals, but they’re still citizens of Astoria. Interrogating and punishing them in Chanaea seems rather inappropriate, don’t you think