Wooing My Ex-Wife

The VIP level of Grand Valley Hospital experienced an unprecedented silence at midnight.

In the dimly lit ward, the lights flickered and abruptly went out, enveloping the area in darkness.

A momentary chaos ensued on the floor, but soon after, the power was restored.

In response, a group of nurses hurriedly rushed to the VIP level and entered various wards.

The police officer standing watch outside Benedict’s ward was just about to end his shift. The unusual commotion raised his interest, and he asked an approaching nurse, “What’s going on? Why do you need to enter the ward at this time?”

The young nurse explained anxiously, “Didn’t you notice the power outage earlier? Please let me in. I need to re-calibrate all the equipment in the ward. It’s urgent! It could put the patient’s life at risk.”

The police officer acquiesced to her request considering the urgency of the situation.

There were no visitors in the ward. The nurse closed the door and identified her target, ignoring the beeping of the malfunctioning monitoring equipment.

She dashed to the crib and grabbed the baby, still swaddled in his blankets. At the window, she hesitated briefly instead of escaping.

Her assessing gaze roved across the ward. Why is everything different from my earlier rehearsal? No one is keeping watch. This is happening far too smoothly.

Just then, alarm bells rang throughout the hospital, followed by an announcement, “There’s a thief in the hospital! Someone is taking advantage of the chaos after the power outage to commit a robbery. All staff, please be on alert!”

All the lights came on, leaving the nurse no time to think.

She hurriedly jumped out of the window and darted into a nearby alley with her young hostage.

Someone was already waiting for her in the alley. Thus, she dashed into a waiting car and made a quick escape.

Sometime later, the men waiting at the secluded villa heard some noise from the front door and stood up expectantly.

Quintrell, who still wore his sunglasses despite the late hour, smiled and asked, “Do you have the baby?”

The nurse, who was actually his subordinate in disguise, nodded and handed the baby over.

“Not bad. Mr. Kron, you didn’t believe me when I told you, you were wasting half your money on your subordinates. You still need my people to finish the last step.”

As he spoke, Quintrell carefully cradled the baby and smiled tenderly. “Darling baby, do you know how worried your dad must be right now? I would pay a million to see his expression right now.”

As soon as he spoke, his smile froze in place the moment he lifted the blankets.

leg and kicked his subordinate, demanding, “What is this? Were you carrying out your mission like

been expecting some praise for her work and instead

a good look at what you’ve brought

fell to the ground and out

struck her earlier returned. It was

this earlier. They did see

“Excuses!”

frightening expression appeared on Quintrell’s face, and his subordinate kept her head lowered. She pleaded repeatedly for mercy, but he

anguished pleas fell on deaf ears as

his hand. He finally spoke up for the first time that night. “I said it before. My

his wooden expression, his tone betrayed his expectations

clicked his tongue before muttering, “Complaining about the caliber of my men when your men also fell for his tricks? I wonder if you’d get to keep

why should we be

slowly stretched his neck. “Our lovely Mrs.

Mrs. Jenson. She has nothing to do with

to Quintrell. He argued, “Mr. Kron, we’ve already poked the hornet’s nest. If we don’t make

head and warned, “I’m sorry, but I’ve lost complete faith in you after this failure. If you

humiliating failure would be

after

“Fine.”

connected quickly. Subsequently, a brash,

Cedrick on the line now. His woman is in our hands now;

dutifully dialed Cedrick’s number and

voice rang out.

you been tossing and turning in your sleep since your wife

feigned distress and pleaded, “Let her go.

release? How boring. Missing your wife, aren’t you, Mr. Jenson? Would you like her arm or her leg? Why don’t I send one of them

boasting and that Gwendolyn was safe, Cedrick was still infuriated

slash him to pieces once I get my

he had to keep up his act

a worried husband, he

replied, “Dear Mr. Jenson, you and your wife are worth hundreds of billions, but I’m only asking for thirty billion. Oh, and resign from your post in the Federal Bureau of Investigation. That’s not too much to

meet in person to verify the terms of this deal. See you at ten in the morning tomorrow at Broadbay Hill. You must come

“Otherwise,

phone call ended

mechanical beeps were the only audible

a glance before rubbing their fists together. “Boss, that snake is