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.”

house and flipped the black-suited bodyguard, who was

at him and

only but a mere bodyguard. Why don’t we put the word out there that Mr. Wendell is

his head. For some reason,

Quintrell is the most skilled among Mr. Wendell’s bodyguards and

the body, who he believed was obviously Quintrell’s substitute. Then, he glanced at the chubby Hamish lying outside the

him there had to be more

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

pockets and felt something with defined edges. It turned

the rules well since you’re from the underworld too, like Mr. Wendell. I’m sure it’s easier

had to behave adequately in front of any of the Federal Bureau of Investigation’s members, let

accountable for his inefficiency, Channing

fell back

object. Upon opening

and neatly folded, forming a stark contrast with the chaotic

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

Joe, pseudonym Hamish Wendell.

devilish face emerged before Cedrick’s

Cedrick descended into deep thought.

be one of the best figures in the military but belonged

doubts about Cedrick attaining the title of the king of the military and thus called for

agreed. The two competed in all aspects, including agility, knowledge, and group

was outstandingly talented, Joe was unwilling to

showdown. They later worked together and

the fire in

themselves among the citizens and caused chaos, resulting in bloodshed everywhere. Cedrick and Joe fought separately, but Cedrick learned of the devastating news shortly after—a fire broke out at the battlefield where Joe was