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

Marcus, and Asher’s

in Gwendolyn’s expression. He reached out and clasped her

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

and snapped out

Gray, how familiar are you with Paul Hall, the count of Ospea, and his

form a football team. In fact, I

actually has an acumen for business. After his father’s death, he was the sole

and asked. “How long ago did he

I heard he met his current girlfriend while on a business 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 with

and worked out the timeline of

of a coincidence? They knew each other in Chanaca,

help Annie secure a new

life? Do you think it’s related to this ambush?” asked Neal.

answered simply. “It’s nothing.

theories now would do more harm than good, allowing

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

brush across the bruise sent stinging

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

weakly and pressed closer to his

a nap if you feel

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

them, Neal felt more apologetic than ever.

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 our police force’s top priority. We will leave no stone unturned

He looked down at Gwendolyn and gently stroked her back, hoping to

you figured out who struck Gwenny across the back of the

“We’re investigating it. We will not let him

like you to send the culprit to Chanaca once you find him. I

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