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?

fell to the ground. She had been expecting some praise for her work and

good look at what you’ve brought

blankets fell to the ground and out rolled

struck her earlier

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

“Excuses!”

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 she was dragged

bangle on his hand. He finally spoke up for the first time that night. “I said it before. My men are only responsible for

tone betrayed his expectations

the caliber of my men when your men also fell for his tricks? I wonder if you’d get to keep your head when Mr. Wendell finds out about

around and shot Channing a piercing gaze. “Hmph, why should

his clothes and slowly stretched his neck. “Our lovely Mrs. Jenson must still be waiting

Jenson. She has nothing to do with you. Don’t try

“Mr. Kron, we’ve already poked the hornet’s nest. If we don’t make use

after this failure. If you

would be difficult to forgive without Hamish’s

nodded in agreement after a prolonged

“Fine.”

Hamish’s number, and the line connected quickly.

happened earlier before Hamish interjected crudely, “A bunch of losers! Get Cedrick on the line now. His woman

number and put the

voice rang out. “Who is

been tossing and turning

pleaded, “Let her go.

aren’t you, Mr. Jenson? Would you like her arm or her leg? Why

Hamish was boasting and that Gwendolyn was safe, Cedrick

once I get my

to keep up his act until they had truly reeled Hamish into

husband, he asked, “What do

“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

say, “We’ll meet in person to verify the terms of this deal. See

downright eerie as he added, “Otherwise, Gwendolyn

call ended

beeps were the only audible sounds in

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