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.

sitting across from him, stood up and explained in a light tone, “Oh, I forgot to tell you that Mr. Wendell has set up an ambush nearby

and he asked solemnly, “I see you’re a man of action, Mr. Wendell. What sort of ambush

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

a cackle from Hamish. “Nothing much. I’ve set up ambushes at the foot of the mountain and at the top. My subordinates have

meet their end that

ticked away steadily, moving to point toward the top

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 and will be submitted today. Hence,

of the wooden cabin and surveyed

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

cabin, Hamish stretched his plump hands toward Gwendolyn with a greedy look in his eyes. “Did you hear that? Your husband is

that his hand was about to touch Gwendolyn, Jasper grabbed him by his wrist

fly into a temper when he inadvertently caught sight of 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 and see that husband of

tying Gwendolyn’s wrists together as

kidnapped for a few days. How can she

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

said was untrue, his eyes reddened. It concealed the terrifyingly

what you’re talking about. I’ve brought what you wanted, so return her to me now,” he

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

“Sure. I can give her to you. However, since we’ve had the chance to meet

Cedrick replied without

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.

it? As long as I see you

dagger,

love your wife as much as your own life, but it appears 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

at his wrist resolutely and drew it across his skin. Soon, droplets of blood began to fall onto

at him in bewilderment. He knows I’m just putting on an act! What on earth