Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

“Boss’ orders are that no one is allowed to approach except for the man himself,” said Jasper, the leader of Team Nine, who was tasked with protecting Gwendolyn at the villa.

He swiftly moved in, blocking the way of the group and giving Quintrell, the other party’s leader, a cold and stern look.

Cedrick had entrusted Gwendolyn’s safety entirely to Jasper while he was away. Being in such a precarious situation, Jasper had to remain vigilant at all times.

Quintrell, about to touch the door, paused mid-motion and slowly retracted his hand, tucking it into his pocket.

Glancing at the imposing figure in front of him, Quintrell turned to Channing, his displeasure evident on his face. “Mr. Kron, the house rules you have here are quite interesting. How dare a mere watchdog like him act so arrogantly?”

Channing chuckled, dismissing his comment. “Sorry, but my people only follow the rules and don’t really pay attention to who they’re talking to. Besides… You haven’t forgotten what I said earlier, have you?”

The languid expression on Channing’s face faded, and he warned Quintrell, “If your memory is failing you, I won’t mind reminding you whose territory you’re treading upon. I believe that like me, Mr. Wendell won’t like those who don’t follow the rules, especially disobedient watchdogs.”

The atmosphere grew cold.

Quintrell’s plan to breach the room was busted. His gaze gradually sharpened in frustration behind his sunglasses, and his fist clenched within the recesses of his pocket.

Unyielding, Jasper held his ground, blocking their path. Meanwhile, Channing subtly exerted pressure from the side, effectively thwarting any of the opponent’s attempts to advance.

Aware of the true purpose behind his visit, Quintrell had no choice but to alter his strategy.

A sudden smile adorned his countenance as he put on a facade of humility. “I beg your pardon, Mr. Kron. I too am here to fulfill Mr. Wendell’s task. If I’ve offended you in any manner, please find it in your heart to forgive me.”

Channing, consumed by his concern for Gwendolyn’s safety, had no time to engage in a heated argument.

Thoughts of Cedrick’s foreboding warning echoed in his mind, sending shivers down his spine.

With haste, he waved his hand dismissively. “Well, you’ve already laid eyes upon her, and she’s indeed Cedrick’s wife. Being acquainted with the Federal Bureau of Investigation’s methods, you should understand that no harm can come to her while she’s under my control. Kidnapping her is just for the sake of getting what I want. Go back and tell Mr. Wendell to come here personally if he wishes to collaborate with me, and he should dismiss any other inappropriate notions from his mind.”

Channing swiftly dismissed them. Quintrell, being a bodyguard under Mr. Wendell’s employment, was left with no choice but to leave.

“I shall convey your message to him. Please accept my apologies for the disturbance.”

He nodded respectfully, pivoting on his heels to depart the basement.

the hallway and out into

they reached the entrance, the leading bodyguard suddenly stopped and turned his head ever

a few seconds, he resumed

the dense forest, concealed like dormant beasts amidst the shadows, several black SUVs which were emblazoned

the unfolding situation. His face was barely illuminated by the ethereal glow of

tone, he issued an abrupt command. “Investigate them, especially the one who led

that was clearly different from his usual tone. Neville responded with caution, “Boss, I don’t think so. These individuals are crafty and unlikely to expose themselves so readily. Moreover, there are only two

he said flatly, “Do as I

to himself, despite their remote position and obscured view, he felt

couldn’t help but yield.

earlier, they definitely are up to

was evident, but he hesitated and didn’t dare

countenance grew as cold as ice, and his voice gradually lowered as

thoughts, he doesn’t have the capability yet. Moreover, I trust Gwenny. She should

serene forest, the

a cadre of bodyguards who were all clad in black

approaching, they bowed in unison and spoke simultaneously in reverence. “Mr.

A sculpted nose graced his countenance, and

the dimly lit basement of the villa, an atmosphere of gloom and dampness hung in the

returned to the confines of the basement. Jasper’s lingering tension only began to dissipate upon

that had restrained her. His voice

were designed to be secure and not easily undone by an average person. However, in the skilled hands of Jasper, they were nothing

in place for some time, leaving faint red marks

prompting Jasper to exercise even greater care and tenderness

left speechless when he saw the situation. Beads of sweat raced down his forehead.

clear that not a single hair of Gwendolyn’s should be harmed. Who would have thought that his

bring the medical kit. Even if there were just a few slight red marks, they needed

although Mrs. Jenson willingly took risks by staying in this den of yours as bait, those people suddenly arrived and demanded verification in the dead of night.

this, he became even more flustered. Hanging his head

interjected, her voice clear. “These slight marks won’t cause me any harm. They will fade by tomorrow morning. It was my request for the bodyguards to tie the ropes tighter so the other