Wooing My Ex-Wife

“I’ve even hurt myself. Please forgive me, Darling,” pleaded Cedrick in a soft voice.

Not bothered about the dirt on Gwendolyn’s body, he pulled her into his embrace.

He even wished he could envelop her body in his own so they would forever be inseparable.

Being able to embrace her warm body and listen to her heartbeat, Cedrick gradually regained his composure.

Gwendolyn sighed. Wrapping her arms around the man’s waist, she deeply inhaled the reassuring scent of his body.

On the ground, Hamish was yelling away and making a fuss, almost like a pig waiting to be slaughtered. It took Jasper much effort to tie him up.

He then lifted his head and saw the couple cuddling each other tightly a distance away. As much as he did not want to ruin the atmosphere, he had no choice but to do so. “Mr. Jenson…”

Cedrick let go of Gwendolyn and held her hand as they walked over. His gaze grew sharp at once as it landed on Hamish.

He bent down, drew out his gun, and pointed it at Hamish’s chin. “You used the milk powder contamination incident to harm the wealthy families’ babies. What exactly is your motive?”

Hamish refused to answer no matter what. A brief moment later, he seemingly fell into a daze, and his gaze gradually turned unfocused.

“This is bad!” Jasper hastily pried open his mouth to take a look. “He must’ve taken poison when he screamed so wildly just now. Should we send him to the hospital immediately for emergency treatment?”

Cedrick shook his head. “By the way he looks, it must be a deadly poison. That’s typical of what the underworld gangs would do, especially to higher-ups who hold top secrets. There’s no way to revive him.”

The other bodyguards of Hamish, who were not too far away, were all seized. But since they were only but lackeys, Cedrick figured he would not get a single shred of information from them.

The man swept his gaze across the faces of those bodyguards, and upon sensing something amiss, he uttered, “Where’s the head of the bodyguard who always turns up for negotiations? Why isn’t he around?”

Realization dawned on Channing. “Quintrell? He’s in the house. He was still trying to resist when the fight broke out earlier, so my subordinate knocked him unconscious.”

black-suited bodyguard, who was

looked closely at him and uttered in a solemn tone, “This guy isn’t

bodyguard. Why don’t we put the word out there that Mr. Wendell is still alive and capture a few more useful

shook his head. For some reason, he felt that something was

Swain gave me last night, Quintrell is the most skilled among Mr. Wendell’s bodyguards and holds

substitute. Then, he glanced at the

to be more

what happened earlier, Mr. Wendell is poles apart from his rumored cold-blooded image. On

felt something with defined edges. It turned out to be a neatly

you’re from the underworld too, like Mr. Wendell. I’m sure it’s easier for you to

behave adequately in front of any of the Federal Bureau

would be held accountable for his inefficiency, Channing quickly nodded in servility.

fell back

square-shaped object. Upon opening it, he realized it was a

was clean and neatly folded, forming a stark contrast with the chaotic scene.

around, comes around. Your tactics are bizarre, like always. But this time, you’ll definitely be defeated at the hands of mine. —Joe

Joe, pseudonym Hamish Wendell.

devilish face emerged before Cedrick’s

into deep thought. The memories he had sealed for a long time were

one of the best figures in the military but belonged to different

joint exercise, Joe took the opportunity to declare his doubts about Cedrick attaining the title of the king

including agility, knowledge, and group combat skills. Unfortunately, Cedrick outdid Joe

was outstandingly talented, Joe was unwilling to admit defeat. As such, he continuously called for more challenges and

of showdown. They later worked together and became comrades, and that caused a temporary

the fire in

fought separately, but Cedrick learned of the