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.

of seconds. He raised his leg and kicked his subordinate, demanding, “What is this?

to the ground. She had been expecting some praise for

good look at

blankets fell to the ground and out rolled

earlier returned. It

people in to confirm this earlier. They did see that Newton fellow move the baby to this

“Excuses!”

appeared on Quintrell’s face, and his subordinate kept her head lowered. She pleaded repeatedly for mercy, but he waved some men forward and ordered, “Take

her anguished pleas fell on deaf ears as

with the bangle on his hand. He finally spoke up for the first time that night. “I said it before. My men are only responsible for creating an opportunity for your men to infiltrate. What happens after is none of

wooden expression, his tone betrayed his

also fell for his tricks? I wonder if you’d get to keep your head when Mr. Wendell finds

should we be scared? We still have a trump card on

straightened out his clothes and slowly stretched his neck. “Our lovely Mrs. Jenson must still be waiting in the basement.

and said coldly, “Quintrell, let me remind you that Mr. Kron was the one who kidnapped Mrs. Jenson. She has nothing

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

warned, “I’m sorry, but I’ve lost complete faith in you after this failure. If you still desire a partnership, you’ll need to invite Mr. Wendell

would be difficult to forgive

in agreement after a prolonged staredown with

“Fine.”

number, and the line connected quickly. Subsequently, a brash, masculine voice drifted through

events that happened earlier before Hamish interjected crudely, “A bunch of losers! Get Cedrick on the line now. His woman is in our hands now; I

dialed Cedrick’s number and put the call

voice

turning in your sleep since

feigned distress and pleaded, “Let her go. We

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

he knew Hamish was boasting and that Gwendolyn was

him to pieces once I get my hands

knew he had to keep up his act

part of a worried husband, he

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

verify the terms of this deal. See you at ten

“Otherwise, Gwendolyn will be

call

beeps were the only audible sounds in

“Boss, that snake is finally showing himself. We’ll make sure to capture him