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.

had never been the

than Gwendolyn’s father, Marcus, and Asher’s

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

to their response. He tactfully dropped the topic and instructed his staff to prepare a

Gwendolyn collected herself and snapped out

asked Neal, “Mr. Gray, how familiar are you with Paul Hall, the count

fact, I wager he can’t remember some of his ex-girlfriend’s names. He’s

lifestyle. He’s a nobility of Ospea and can live off the family’s fortune comfortably. Plus, he 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 to good use in business investments. If you can look past his messy

lengthy response and asked. “How long ago did he announce his relationship with

trip to Chanaea. Annie was studying there at the time. After becoming lovers, they’ve frequently traveled together.” Neal sipped some 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 if he has truly fallen in love

worked out

in Chanaca, and Annie immediately got the opportunity to leave

Paul’s reputation and resources, it was entirely possible to help

life? Do you

musings. She answered simply. “It’s

would do more harm than good, allowing her enemies to

throbbed painfully. Gwendolyn grimaced and massaged

across the bruise sent stinging pain over the back

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

closer to

a nap if you feel uncomfortable. I’ll handle everything

shut her eyes, gradually dozing off

across them, Neal felt more apologetic than ever.

Mr. Jenson. All this happened because I did not manage Astoria competently. I hope you’ll accept my deepest apologies. I did not imagine this would delay your return to Chanaca, but rest assured, this matter is

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

out who struck Gwenny across the back of the head?”

replied, “We’re investigating it. We will not let him off so

the culprit to Chanaca

may be criminals, but they’re still citizens of Astoria. Interrogating and punishing them