Wooing My Ex-Wife

Gwendolyn gave a careless wave of her hand. “It’s nothing.”

“The trade-off has been set for ten o’clock tomorrow morning, so you’ll have to be patient for a little longer. Mr. Wendell demanded thirty billion to agree to meet with Mr. Jenson in person.”

“He finally caved. At least everything I’ve gone through these past few days hasn’t been in vain. Bind me tightly tomorrow. If you don’t, I’m afraid I won’t be able to restrain myself from tearing him into a million pieces.” Her expression darkened as she spoke. How dare he harm innocent babies. Even if I were to stab his body a thousand times, I’d still think he deserved it!

Over on Broadbay Hill, the thick canopy of trees obstructed the view of the sky and blocked out any light. The air was so hot and humid that it almost felt suffocating.

Hamish’s bodyguards brought Gwendolyn to the mountain range before it was even dawn.

As they started preparing for Cedrick’s arrival, they left her, all trussed up, on a bare bed frame inside a shabby wooden cabin. Sweat mingled with dust ran down her face. Propped against the headboard, she had her eyes closed, looking drained and weary.

Meanwhile, Jasper stood silently on one side and occasionally glanced at the watch on his wrist.

It was almost time.

Two coughs sounded, some rustling, then heavy footsteps approached.

“Hahaha! Your reputation precedes you, Mr. Kron. Sure enough, now that we finally meet, I can see you’re no ordinary person indeed.”

No one walked through the door. Instead, a big, protruding belly first came into view, then a fierce-looking face wearing a sinister smile.

After Channing heard that remark, his lips twitched. He had no idea what to say in response. “I can’t compare to you, Mr. Wendell. You’re truly… just like everything I’ve heard about you. You’re known far and wide.”

In truth, the fat man before him was nothing like the intelligent Mr. Wendell in the rumors.

The man walked over and extended a hand politely. “Hamish Wendell.”

At that moment, there was a knock on the wooden door.

Channing’s guard went up

“Oh, I forgot to tell you that Mr. Wendell has set up an ambush nearby to prevent anything from interrupting the trade-off. That’s just someone here to report

you’re a

Jasper a look out of the corner of his eye. I hope Mr. Jenson hears this and plans some preemptive

set up ambushes at the foot of the mountain

thinking that they could all meet their end that day if

ticked away steadily, moving to point

billion is inside the car. I’ve delivered it on the dot. The documents for my resignation from the Federal Bureau of Investigation have

front of the wooden cabin and surveyed his

hear the sound of insects buzzing and birds chirping while on the mountain. However, he noticed there was no other sound at all when he spoke. That could only

the cabin, Hamish stretched his plump hands toward Gwendolyn with a greedy look in his eyes. “Did you hear that? Your husband is here. Do you think he’d

that his hand was about to touch Gwendolyn, Jasper grabbed him by his wrist and interrupted, “Mr. Wendell, we should get down

a temper when he inadvertently caught sight of Gwendolyn with her eyes tightly shut. Her eyelashes were trembling slightly. Pushing Jasper away, he pulled her up forcefully.

gripped the rope tying Gwendolyn’s wrists together as he

at how filthy she has become after being kidnapped for a few days. How

piece of paper pinched between Hamish’s fingers.

what Hamish said was untrue, his eyes reddened. It concealed the terrifyingly cold and hard look in

brought what you wanted, so return her to me now,” he uttered, practically squeezing the words

everything that was going on around him, his focus was solely on Gwendolyn’s frail figure. He seemed worried she would disappear in

“Sure. I can give her to you. However, since we’ve had the chance to meet

replied without

has it that you’re quite skilled, and nobody has ever been able

do it? As long as I see you bleed, I’ll let

the dagger, and unsheathed it. The blade glittered

your own life, but it appears that’s not the case. As it turns

stared at the sharp dagger, determination etched across his face.

and drew it across his skin. Soon, droplets of blood began to fall onto the dry