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

Marcus, and Asher’s

Gwendolyn’s expression. He reached out and clasped her

was a deeper story to their response. He tactfully dropped the topic and instructed

collected herself and snapped out of

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

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

if he can’t afford the 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

response and asked. “How long ago did he announce 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

math and worked out the timeline of their

other in Chanaca, and

to help Annie secure a new

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

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

they had any solid evidence. Voicing her theories now would do

throbbed painfully. Gwendolyn grimaced and massaged the back of her

the lightest brush across the bruise sent stinging pain over the

noticed her discomfort and pulled her into his lap. “Don’t think so hard, Gwenny. It’ll tire you out. You’re

and pressed closer

you feel uncomfortable. I’ll handle

nodded again at her husband’s words and shut her eyes, gradually dozing

Neal felt

sorry, 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 our police force’s

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

figured out who struck Gwenny across the back

We will

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

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