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

forgot to tell you that Mr. Wendell has set up an ambush nearby to prevent anything from interrupting the

Channing’s face froze, and he asked solemnly, “I see you’re a

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

the foot of the mountain and at the top. My subordinates have done a very

all meet their end that day

steadily, moving to point toward the

voice saying, “The thirty billion is inside the car. I’ve delivered it on the dot. The documents for my resignation from the Federal Bureau of Investigation have also been prepared

of the wooden

he noticed there was no other

look in his eyes. “Did you hear that? Your husband is here. Do you think he’d like to see me

by his wrist and interrupted, “Mr.

shut. Her

Gwendolyn’s wrists together as he spoke and dragged her out of the

after being kidnapped for a few days. How can she be worthy of you? Why

at Gwendolyn from afar. She looked weak and fragile, almost like a piece of paper pinched between Hamish’s fingers. A pang shot through

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

talking about. I’ve brought what you wanted, so return her to me now,” he uttered, practically squeezing the words

Gwendolyn’s frail figure. He seemed worried she would disappear in the blink of an

an amiable expression, Hamish replied, “Sure. I can give her to you. However,

replied

you’re quite skilled, and nobody has ever been able to get as much as a scratch on you. However, I think

bring yourself to do it?

slowly picked up the dagger, and unsheathed

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

sharp dagger, determination etched across his face. It seemed as though he was wondering where

pointed the dagger at his wrist resolutely and drew it across his skin. Soon, droplets of blood began to