Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

Chapter 308 Gwendolyn Intends To Send Someone To Hell

Narrowing his eyes, Charles fixed his gaze on Cedrick before bursting out in a hysterical laugh.

“So Gwen didn’t tell you anything! She’s even hiding our deal from you! There’s no trust in your relationship with her.”

Cedrick’s hand shivered briefly, and the coffee scalded his fingertips.

“Why? Did I just call you out?” Charles was pleased with himself. “Hmph. You’ve done so much for her and have endured so much pain, but you’ll only end up worse if she decides to be with me.”

His insults had no effect on Cedrick. With his face still expressionless, Cedrick lifted his hand gracefully to pick up a wet tissue and dry the coffee on his hand before applying a cold compress on his scalded fingers.

“Not talking, huh? In that case, continue hitting him.”

On Cedrick’s words, Nico lifted the bat again, but just then, Charles yelled, “Okay! I’ll tell you everything!”

Deep down, he was dying for Cedrick to find out about the deal, which would only make things more fun for Charles.

“She has to renounce her engagement with you and marry me in return for the antidote. She agreed to the terms two days ago when I gave her the antidote.”

Crash!

A shattering sound cut Charles off just as he finished speaking. Cedrick had smashed the pot of hot coffee on the ground, sending the broken pieces flying off and the liquid splattering.

Some of the sharp broken glasses happened to scratch Charles‘ calf and cut open his skin, but he grew more maniac when Cedrick lashed out.

“There’s no point in living for you, Mr. Jenson. You’ll have to lose her to me and watch me have her for the rest of your life. I bet that’s worse than dying.”

Those words provoked a thirst for violence in Cedrick as his eyes shot red with blood and murderous intent.

When Nico sensed that Cedrick was on the verge of killing Charles, he stepped in and pointed at Charles, ordering the guards, “Beat the sh*t out of this b*stard! Spare none of the tools on that wall. I want him to be barely living.”

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“Yes, sir!”

found it unnecessary to say anything else and got up to leave the

heartily. “I feel so sorry for you, Mr. Jenson! By the time you recover, Gwen will be panting

veins bulging out on his forehead.

the former, “What he said might not be true. He used to be the head of the Central Intelligence Agency. They’re all pros at getting into people’s heads, so take what he said with a pinch of salt. We

be heard crying

took a deep breath and steadied

a small grey truck at the roadside when she arrived at the

Emma were loading their luggage

couple in the upper circle in a humbling state where they had to carry their own baggage. Gwendolyn was sure that

beside the truck, the two vehicles

spotted the car, Emma turned grim and asked, “Are you here to add salt to our wounds,

families go way back, so Ms. Harris is

the tactful old man who had just

tension.

I’m just here to see Eloise. I wish to

upstairs,” Emma said, looking more friendly.

Intends To Send Someone To Hell

reached the third floor, where Eloise’s room was, the door was found to be left

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Eloise looking reluctantly

knocked on the door with her knuckles, then reminded the woman calmly, “You can’t take any of these with you. The bank will confiscate them and sell them off

up toward the voice, and her eyes were filled with hatred when she saw

you trying

course. This could be my last chance to

guy, but you’re always this blunt with me. I shouldn’t have gone soft and let you live back in Fairlake,” Eloise replied, laughing lightly.

with her chin held high before Gwendolyn as if to show that

could not understand her unrepentance and

square feet house in their old age because of you. Your brother’s good reputation is in tatters because of you too. None of the big companies dared to take him in despite his qualifications. To maintain a livelihood, he will have to settle for labor work

to my endeavors either. It’s their fate that they end up like this. Also, you might have defeated me this time, but don’t get ahead