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.

it?” Channing’s guard went up

Wendell has set up an ambush nearby to prevent anything from interrupting the trade-off. That’s just someone here to report

asked solemnly, “I see you’re

spoke, he shot Jasper a look out of the corner of his eye. I hope Mr. Jenson hears this and

at the foot

all meet their end that day if

clock’s second hand ticked away steadily, moving to point toward the top

it on the dot. The documents for my resignation from the Federal Bureau of Investigation have also been prepared and will be submitted

front of the wooden

and birds chirping while on the mountain. However, he noticed there was no other sound at all when

plump hands toward Gwendolyn with a greedy look in his eyes. “Did you hear that? Your

by his wrist and interrupted, “Mr. Wendell, we should get down

about to fly into a temper when he inadvertently caught sight of Gwendolyn with her eyes tightly shut. Her eyelashes were trembling

rope tying Gwendolyn’s wrists together as

he said, “Look at your wife, Cedrick! Look at how filthy she has become after being kidnapped for a few days. How can she be worthy of you? Why

looked weak and fragile, almost like a piece of paper pinched between Hamish’s fingers. A pang shot through his heart as though a thorn had pierced

knew what Hamish said was untrue, his eyes reddened. It concealed

wanted, so return her to me now,” he uttered, practically squeezing the words out

on around him, his focus was solely on Gwendolyn’s frail figure. He

you. However, since

replied without

hand and tossed a dagger at Cedrick’s feet. “Rumor has it that you’re quite skilled, and nobody has ever been able to get as much as a scratch on you. However, I think it’s possible if you

into maniacal laughter. “What’s wrong? You can’t bring yourself to do it? As long as I see you bleed, I’ll let your wife

the dagger, and unsheathed

that’s not the case. As it turns out, you don’t think her life is as important as yours.”

the sharp dagger, determination etched across his face. It seemed as though he

wrist resolutely and drew it across his skin. Soon, droplets