Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

The humiliating memories were brought to mind.

Samantha glared at Gwendolyn while her gaze was filled with a fierce hatred that made her look murderous.

“I have no idea where they are. And even if I did, I wouldn’t share that with you! In fact, I’m still hoping for them to kill you!”

“So, you’re not telling, huh?”

Despite the gentle tone of Gwendolyn’s voice, her eyes held a trace of coldness.

“Well then, it’s time for us to settle the score.”

Gwendolyn paused briefly, retracting the dagger from Samantha’s chin and shifting it slowly to her right shoulder blade. “When my car exploded that day, a shard accidentally cut my shoulder. Let’s start there.”

Fear filled Samantha’s eyes as her face grew pale, and she vigorously shook her head. “No, please! It had nothing to do with me! It was your own carelessness… Ahh!”

A piercing scream then echoed across the horizon.

With icy brutality, Gwendolyn raised her hand and plunged the dagger down.

Samantha shivered in agony, her body drenched in a cold sweat, while blood seeped from her shoulder, staining her white dress.

Samantha glared angrily at Gwendolyn with frustration and warned, “Just wait and see, you wicked woman! I won’t let you get away with this!”

Gwendolyn commented, “You still have the energy to curse, so it seems you’re not in much pain.” She then moved the dagger closer to Samantha’s pale arm and offered, “I’ll give you one last chance. Where are the people backing you and Natasha?”

Samantha bit her lip fiercely as Gwendolyn prepared to strike again.

Samantha then hurriedly exclaimed, “I have no clue; I swear! He never revealed his identity to me. He only informs me when there’s a mission, and he also has Natasha with him. I genuinely don’t know!”

Gwendolyn stared at Samantha for a moment; she then put away the dagger and sat back down on the recliner.

Samantha thought that Gwendolyn had spared her.

However, she barely had a chance to relax when she saw Gwendolyn pass the knife to Nico, her voice calm yet chillingly merciless. “I had a knife wound on my arm that day, but Elven and Ezra were slashed countless times. Take care of this; you know what to do.”

paused briefly and then happily received the dagger. “Don’t worry; I’ll take care of it. You can count on

“No, don’t… Ahh!”

filled with

deeply distressed by that and

and

prepared, someone unexpectedly grabbed her wrist. She turned her head and saw Maverick with a handkerchief, half-crouched by her side,

caught Gwendolyn’s glance and explained in a low, raspy voice, “You’ve got a little blood here. It’s

silent, contentedly indulging in Maverick’s attentive

finished eating the last orange, Nico completed his

fresh blood, Samantha’s hair clung to her head, soaked with sweat. She looked disheveled and pitiful;

pinpointing areas that inflicted intense pain without being life-threatening. At first sight, Samantha looked like a bloody rag doll, but in

had assumed he would be kind and compassionate,

at Maverick but chose

and

her freedom, she hurried to Samantha’s side, bawling

Shirley, “This is just repayment for the debt from the charity gala day. My eight billion and eight hundred million have been in the Lane

silent as she glared

remembered the explosion that had occurred in her car the last time. As a result, she ordered the destruction of all the luxury cars at

were terrified by Gwendolyn’s sudden raid, causing them to shake in fear. In their panic, they completely forgot to attend

isn’t over! I’ll make sure you pay for this! I’ll have you locked up for the rest of your life!” Shirley’s enraged and vengeful cry could

on the other hand, was completely unfazed as she carried

winter drew near, Gwendolyn leisurely savored the glimmering sunlight along the street. Although it might

the mission successfully carried out, the members of Shadow Bell were given orders to silently return to their respective

Nico and Neville escort Maverick back to the villa while she made her way to the

work tasks, Gwendolyn left the office half

afternoon incident at the Lane residence, finding it both amusing and

her network in Fairlake is still quite extensive. She won’t let

the coffee, her expression nonchalant. “I’d be more

Treyton recognized her determination and felt relieved. He affectionately tousled her hair, but Gwendolyn

matter? Shouldn’t you be happy that you’ve just settled your scores at the

“Treyton…”