Wooing My Ex-Wife

“Boss’ orders are that no one is allowed to approach except for the man himself,” said Jasper, the leader of Team Nine, who was tasked with protecting Gwendolyn at the villa.

He swiftly moved in, blocking the way of the group and giving Quintrell, the other party’s leader, a cold and stern look.

Cedrick had entrusted Gwendolyn’s safety entirely to Jasper while he was away. Being in such a precarious situation, Jasper had to remain vigilant at all times.

Quintrell, about to touch the door, paused mid-motion and slowly retracted his hand, tucking it into his pocket.

Glancing at the imposing figure in front of him, Quintrell turned to Channing, his displeasure evident on his face. “Mr. Kron, the house rules you have here are quite interesting. How dare a mere watchdog like him act so arrogantly?”

Channing chuckled, dismissing his comment. “Sorry, but my people only follow the rules and don’t really pay attention to who they’re talking to. Besides… You haven’t forgotten what I said earlier, have you?”

The languid expression on Channing’s face faded, and he warned Quintrell, “If your memory is failing you, I won’t mind reminding you whose territory you’re treading upon. I believe that like me, Mr. Wendell won’t like those who don’t follow the rules, especially disobedient watchdogs.”

The atmosphere grew cold.

Quintrell’s plan to breach the room was busted. His gaze gradually sharpened in frustration behind his sunglasses, and his fist clenched within the recesses of his pocket.

Unyielding, Jasper held his ground, blocking their path. Meanwhile, Channing subtly exerted pressure from the side, effectively thwarting any of the opponent’s attempts to advance.

Aware of the true purpose behind his visit, Quintrell had no choice but to alter his strategy.

A sudden smile adorned his countenance as he put on a facade of humility. “I beg your pardon, Mr. Kron. I too am here to fulfill Mr. Wendell’s task. If I’ve offended you in any manner, please find it in your heart to forgive me.”

Channing, consumed by his concern for Gwendolyn’s safety, had no time to engage in a heated argument.

Thoughts of Cedrick’s foreboding warning echoed in his mind, sending shivers down his spine.

With haste, he waved his hand dismissively. “Well, you’ve already laid eyes upon her, and she’s indeed Cedrick’s wife. Being acquainted with the Federal Bureau of Investigation’s methods, you should understand that no harm can come to her while she’s under my control. Kidnapping her is just for the sake of getting what I want. Go back and tell Mr. Wendell to come here personally if he wishes to collaborate with me, and he should dismiss any other inappropriate notions from his mind.”

Channing swiftly dismissed them. Quintrell, being a bodyguard under Mr. Wendell’s employment, was left with no choice but to leave.

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his heels

walked through the hallway and

and turned his head ever

few seconds, he resumed his

beasts amidst the shadows, several black SUVs which were emblazoned with the insignia of the Federal Bureau

remained fixated on the unfolding situation. His face was barely illuminated by the ethereal glow of the

he issued an abrupt command. “Investigate them,

so. These individuals are crafty and unlikely to expose

he said flatly, “Do as

himself, despite their remote position and obscured view, he felt an uncanny familiarity emanating from the enigmatic

blame, yet his aura exuded such a commanding presence that Neville couldn’t help but yield. He closed his mouth and silently arranged

seem friendly. Judging by Channing’s attitude toward them earlier, they definitely are up to something, and my intuition tells me it might be related to Mrs. Jenson. What if

was evident, but he hesitated and didn’t dare

cold as ice, and his voice

if Channing harbors such thoughts, he doesn’t have the

the air hung

a cadre of bodyguards who were

bowed in unison

at the forefront removed his sunglasses, revealing eyes that were deep and captivating. A sculpted nose graced

lit basement of the villa, an atmosphere of gloom and

and Channing returned to the confines of the basement. Jasper’s lingering tension only began to dissipate upon

approached her, carefully untying the tightly bound ropes that had restrained

technique commonly employed by criminal organizations. These knots were designed to be secure and not

had been in place for some time, leaving faint red marks on

to exercise

saw the situation. Beads of

made it clear that not a single hair of Gwendolyn’s should be harmed. Who would have thought that his subordinates would tie her up with such force? If Cedrick found out

his subordinates to bring the medical kit. Even if there were just a few slight red marks, they needed to

yours as bait, those people suddenly arrived and demanded verification in the dead of night. It not only disturbed her

already at a loss. On hearing this, he became even more flustered. Hanging his head low, he