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

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

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

noticed their mood shift and surmised that there was a deeper story to their response. He tactfully dropped the topic and instructed his staff

snapped out of

how familiar are you with Paul Hall, the count of

team. In fact, I wager

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

long ago did

the time. After becoming lovers, they’ve frequently traveled together.” Neal sipped some warm fruit tea before adding. “After

silently did the math and worked out the timeline of their

that too much of a coincidence? They knew each other in

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

personal life? Do you

Gwendolyn’s musings. She answered simply. “It’s nothing. I

now would do more harm than good, allowing her enemies to better prepare for their counter.

in her head throbbed painfully. Gwendolyn grimaced and massaged the back of her head.

lightest brush across the bruise sent stinging pain over the back of

noticed her discomfort and pulled her into his lap. “Don’t think so

and pressed closer

nap if you feel uncomfortable. I’ll

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

felt more

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

down at Gwendolyn and gently stroked her back, hoping to

out who struck Gwenny across the back of the

it. We will not let

make up for the ambush, I would like you to send the culprit to Chanaca once you

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