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.

who had been 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 to prevent anything from interrupting the trade-off. That’s

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

a look out of the corner of his eye. I hope

ambushes at the foot of the mountain and

gasped quietly, thinking that they could all meet their end that

hand ticked away steadily, moving to point toward the top

deep, firm 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

stood in front of the wooden

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 people in the

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

Gwendolyn, Jasper grabbed him by his wrist and interrupted, “Mr. Wendell,

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

Gwendolyn’s wrists together as he spoke and

become after being kidnapped for a few days. How can she

of paper pinched between Hamish’s fingers. A pang

his eyes reddened. It concealed the terrifyingly cold

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

that was going on around him, his focus was solely on Gwendolyn’s frail

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

replied

becoming excited, Hamish 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 you do

he broke into maniacal laughter. “What’s wrong? You can’t bring yourself to do it?

slowly picked up the dagger, and unsheathed it. The blade glittered

Are you afraid? I heard that you 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 though he was wondering where to

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

in bewilderment. He knows I’m just putting on an act! What on earth is he doing? How dare he hurt himself?