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.

existence had never been the issue.

that Evelyn’s backer was none other than Gwendolyn’s father, Marcus, and Asher’s decision to cover up Evelyn’s crimes which truly

He reached out

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

collected herself and snapped out of her

suddenly remembered the odd Annie and asked Neal, “Mr. Gray, how familiar are you with Paul Hall, the

too many girlfriends. He has enough exes before Annie to form a football team. In fact, I wager he can’t

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

long ago did

sipped some warm fruit tea before adding. “After talking to Paul over

and worked out the timeline of their

much of a coincidence? They knew each other in Chanaca, and Annie immediately got the opportunity to leave

it was entirely possible to help Annie secure a new

interested in Paul’s personal life? Do you think it’s related to

musings. She answered simply. “It’s nothing. I was just curious,”

evidence. Voicing her theories now would do more harm than good, allowing her

a nerve in her head throbbed painfully. Gwendolyn grimaced

stinging pain

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

and pressed closer to his

you feel

and shut her

across them, Neal felt more

this would delay your return to Chanaca, but rest assured, this matter is

Gwendolyn and gently stroked her back, hoping to ease her pain.

out who struck Gwenny

will not let him off

to Chanaca once you

criminals, but they’re still citizens of Astoria.