The Ex and Her Riches novel (Gwendolyn and Maverick)

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.

“Who is it?” Channing’s guard went up instinctively.

light tone, “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

you’re a

the corner of his eye. I

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

meet their

steadily, moving to point toward

deep, firm voice saying, “The thirty billion is inside the car. I’ve delivered it on the dot.

stood in front of the

would make sense to 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 mean that there were many

plump hands toward Gwendolyn with a greedy look in his eyes. “Did

touch Gwendolyn, Jasper grabbed him by

Gwendolyn with her eyes tightly shut. Her eyelashes were trembling slightly. Pushing Jasper away, he pulled her up forcefully. “Playing dead, are you? Come on. Go out

Gwendolyn’s wrists together as he spoke and dragged her

kidnapped for a few days. How can she be worthy of you? Why don’t

from afar. She looked weak and fragile, almost like a piece of paper pinched between Hamish’s fingers.

untrue, his eyes reddened. It concealed the terrifyingly cold and

return her to me now,” he uttered, practically squeezing the words out through gritted

around him, his focus was solely on Gwendolyn’s frail figure. He seemed worried she would disappear in the blink of an

to you. However, since we’ve had the chance to meet today, let’s have some

Cedrick replied

flicked his right 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

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

the dagger, and unsheathed

not the case. As

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

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

she stared at him in bewilderment. He knows I’m just putting on an act! What on earth is he doing? How dare he hurt himself? Is he asking for